After resting, he rose and picked up Mihrall, then made his way down the stairs, which creaked to no end, and leapt down the last few.  Mihrall appeared, slowly walking beside him.  Her dress slowly fluttered in her simulated wind as she smirked at Illtraen.<br/>"What are you doing Illtaren?"  His head turned to her and smiled back.<br/>"I need to talk to... who was the head director again?"<br/>Mirhall grinned and projected an image of a large anthro red dragon.<br/>"Tyr, seems like a decent creature.  Not to harsh, but not afraid to crack the whip on students.  What're you going to ask him?"  Illtraen looked at her nervously, then the floor as he walked upon it.<br/>"I er... want to know what my family told him... or who about what they know about my species... or heck.  What they say about this school is true... Students and teachers who swallow another... worry me."  Again he headed into teh fire of the lunch room.  Gladly giving a relieved sigh at the sight that most students had finished eating.  He spotted Tyr, talking with another student, slowly and quietly he sat down on the chair, waiting for a good moment to speak.  Mihrall looked around, twirling gently as her dress nearly gave a good look along her upper legs.