<strong>Who:</strong>Henrik Raubriter<br/><strong>For:</strong>Open, Chiya specifically<br/><strong>Where:</strong>the Courtyard<br/><br/>His shoulders would rise and fall as he took one last glance at some of the students; one was a trickster, but looking closely at his musculature, Henrik got the impression he might actually be pretty good in a fight. There was another kid who looked like he's probably never handled a weapon of any sort in his life. A few other sorts; it was a variety, which he had mixed feelings about.<br/><br/>Oh well. As long as they didn't slow down his training, studying, and fighting, it wouldn't matter too much.  He would turn his attention back to the Lamia once again, and he smiled; very briefly, and very thinly. It was more like a slight twitching of the mouth more than an actual expression. "Certainly."<br/><br/>Though he knew where the gym was, he content to follow behind her, watching how she slid along the ground.