Zame walked through the front door, headphones plugged his ears from hearing anything, his right arm covered in steel (http://i926.photobucket.com/albums/ad107/zamerageus/CIMG0642.jpg) scales (http://i926.photobucket.com/albums/ad107/zamerageus/CIMG0643.jpg) up to his elbow. Chlorine smell came from his body having just been swimming for a couple of hours. Setting his swim bag down next to the door to his room, he walked down the stairs and reached the landing as Brendan was coming up with a girl behind. Noticing the two walking together, Zame was hit with confusion. "Brendan, whats going on? Usually the girls don't follow you, especially into this building. Did your latest scheme produce some kind of result?" Zame said the last bit jokingly, he scratched his head not expecting any kind of answer to the joke. At least any that would include magic.