<div align="center"><strong>Trinity Shadowmoon<br/>Time: Early Morning, Day 1<br/>Location: Main Hall<br/>Tagged:Anyone</strong></div><br/>Trinity was beyond excited. Today would be her first day of a four-year term at the prestigious Arcania Academy. To say the little Night Furian rogue was surprised to receive the invitation to attend was an understatement. Both her foster parents had attended in their youths and still spoke fondly of their time there. The Academy was one of the foremost premier schools around. The students that graduated were assured to to garner fame and renown, some even going on to becoming the stuff of legends. It had been a no brainier that Trinity would accept. With the enchanted duffel-bag-of-holding; a gift from her foster father Zeveran; Trinity packed what belongings she was be taking with her. Anita, Trinity's foster mother, bestowed up the young Night Fury a new rapier and daggers along along with a set of master worked thieves tools and some new clothing to take with her.  One such attire she wore now; a pair of black a faux fur lined cropped sleeveless coat over a bluish-green bandeau, matching hip hugging trousers encase her lower body where a belt and colorful sash were fastened about her hips and comfortable travel boots adorn her feet. Her hair was pulled up in its customary double ponytail and ties with strips of leather while fingerless black glove fit snugly onto her hands. She wore little int he way of jewelry other than a black velvet choker with a small rare aquamarine gem dangling from its center.<br/><br/>She had sad her goodbyes the night before and set of early in the morning to reach the rendezvous point where the portal gate to Arcania would open. When she had stepped through she had been amazed at the sight of the grand castle before her.<em>Wow</em>, she thought. Other new students were still pouring in through the gate portal, all of them from various walks of life. Running a hand through her bangs she adjusted her hold on her pack and moved to join the others on their way in, listening to the excited chatter around her. She entered the castle through the front and into the main hall with the others, her eyes never once straying from the grandeur before until she began to look about for someone that help tell where she was suppose to go next, the letter of invitation in her hand.