As she entered, Nate couldn't help but watch the asset’s of the dark elf bounce.  Especially with how bit she was, and it was a bit hypnotizing for a moment before he forced himself to look away.  At least he stopped looking before he had to turn his head.  Ok, this may not be fun if he was so easily distracted by some of the people in his own class.  He was in no way a virgin, but it had been years since the last time he had had sex, so women like the teacher or the dark elf definitely grabbed some attention.<br/><br/>Forcing himself to listen and not stare, Nate focused on the map that the teacher rolled down in front of the board.  As he listened to her beginning her little speech, he thought it would be a good idea to have a little of the information written down and not just in memory.   He couldn't miss as she crunched down on that sucker… and he couldn't miss the way it looked burnt… and it sounded not right for a piece of candy when she bit it.  This woman was likely not as human as she looked.  He gulped a little but forced the instinctual fear down deep and kept a bored look.<span style="color: seagreen">“I was figuring it was just because no one else would want to deal with some of the trouble that seems to be assigned to you?  Or just didn’t want some of us norms in their classes. Though by the way you are saying it, I would happily prove you wrong and Pass.”</span>Yeah, he had taken it a bit like she was saying a norm like him wouldn't be able to graduate.   Touchy of the fact much?<br/><br/>Reaching down he unclasped his leather carrying case and pulled out  one of his newer leather journals and a pen.  The journal was mostly empty, but this one he used for this type of things, to jot down things he needed to remember, or small notes to himself.  He started jotting down a small rough map of the campus.  Mostly just the entrance, and boxes representing the buildings Miss Dyr was pointing out and their titles.  He also wrote down for their building the level numbers for their own building and what was in each.<br/><br/>He did look up in time to see the laugh from their teacher.  Even her breasts bouncing a little with the laugh couldn’t take his attention from the razor sharp teeth she had.  If he needed any proof, that was it.  Their teacher wasn’t human, but he had absolutely no clue whatsoever what she was.  That spiked his curiosity, and some questions he thought might get him killed if he asked… maybe later when there aren’t many people around.<br/><br/>Past that, he looked at the empty book they had been given, and flipped though it again.  Honestly sometimes he wished he had magic, because then he could probably tell if there was some spell on it.  He was making a mental note to himself to buy some more leather-bound journals for the potions he really wanted to make.  Something he had read from his ancestor, only write your valuable spells or recipes in your own books.  Never knew if someone had enchanted a book they gave to steal whatever you were working on.  past that he listened to her explain their own living arrangements.  Co-ed and they had to choose them?  Shit… hopefully he would end up along so he could have some privacy for when he had work to do.  Though he did glance at the girl in a sundress at the mention of room-mates.  He could dream, but his luck was never that good… that made him shiver a bit.  His luck would probably get him and the dark elf or pixie in the same room.<br/><br/>At the mention of questions, Nate actually spoke up, one or two things he wanted to know.<span style="color: seagreen">“Yeah, one specifically.  The Limbo, any rooms we think, or dream of… once we leave, will they remain as we left them for the next time we come back to them?  Will anything we leave still be there when we come back to them?”</span>he could use it to store anything rare he leaves there, or leave any of his elixirs there.<br/><br/>He couldn’t ignore the little outburst from the guy in grey robes, and hearing his words he looked around a moment.  It looked like everyone was accounted for…  wait… taking a second glance at the ark elf he could find no clue that the pixie was with her.  were what he read about pixies true?  that would explain what was going if it was, and that made him speak up a bit.<span style="color: seagreen">“I don’t think anyone is playing a trick on you.  Just look around and see who is missing and it may give you a clue as to what is going on.”</span>he said before turning back to his book and adding a couple more details form the map before Miss Dyr sent it back to its hiding place.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>