As anticipated, he walked through the hallways with many greeting him, mostly older teachers of course being friends with them has caused a rather notable case whereby it became norm to greet eachother. He didn't view them as friends, merely acquaintances, but regardless they deserved the respect he showed each and every single member of the staff board. Many did argue against him due to being the Head Librarian, not being a full-time teacher but merely a substitute from illnesses and lazy attitudes, but then again many viewed this man from a different perspective, saying his knowledge on the subjects he occasionally teached were by far the best in the entire Academy, and that he deserved not a single ounce of disrespect when one compared him, a former 11 Blade of Heaven, to a mere teacher who's accomplishment ranged from a single trophy to an unsuccesful experiment or two. Fact was, he had each and every right to show a little bit of swagger, and he had each and every right to boast a little. He did none of the sort, it was against this man's nature to reduce himself to pride; he was perhaps amongst the most humble and graceful. He was not a new teacher, he had a rather large office which acted as his home; he was given a scholarship to study at this academy as well as teach there, and who would refuse when they were offering you a warm bed, sweet meat, delicious and chunky steaks and flesh his jaws could gnaw at as long as they desired. Fact was, this man...or Lionman rather, was content with his new lifestyle. He was not far from adventuring and slaying beasts as well as study the world around him, and he wasn't too far from his home either, with all the books he could read, and write even! Fact was, life was very swell for Sir Lionel Reginald Porter.<br/><br/>Shaking another professor's hand as he greeted the man, Lionel's entire being was enveloped in the glimmering radiance of the grand hall, a numinous feeling to him each year he returned to this place. Fact was, Lionel loved being at Arcania. And especially when the new staff came through, they'd become his new friends soon enough. He never really got to know students more than students, apart from those who enjoyed his company when he wasn't at the library. Thing was, the most common noise students would here from him was Shh! He ensured the library was a place of work and nothing else. The numerous occasions he had dragged a couple out because they were engaging in activities far too intimate for this place was ridiculous, he didn't like the lack of respect many students held to his place of work, but then again that's inevitable. For now, he was in the dining hall looking over to two elves, one light and one dark, before thinking, aloud, an analytical note...<br/><br/>"I can only assume that, from my studious notifications, that the dark elf's nature is more aggresive to that of the light elf. However, I can assure myself that I am not one who is particularly thrilled with the idea of discovering such notes for myself, especially when I'm out to hunt down a monster for my book."<br/><br/>He was a dedicated hunter, but he was a Paladin, a defender of righteousness, a champion of justice, a slayer of sin and a destroyer of darkness. Very few compared to his sword's might, and very few would wish for the opportunity. His arsenal was vast, wide, and without question significantly powerful. And the creature he was to hunt was a very potent Ice Dragon-like creature with a very unique form to itself. However, for now that would have to wait. He merely rested himself amongst a wall and watched for the event to take place, hoping they wouldn't recognize him so that he could begin his hunt quickly.<br/><br/>PLEASE NOTE: My dialogue will be characterized by introducing " whereas thought will be '. I will also use itallics to further reinforce the separation.