Disguise for her required quite a lot of makeup! To be true, mimicking a member of the slums was an easy thing to do. Mimicking a human mimicking a member of the slums was much much harder! Yet with a clean set of makeup, and a cowl to keep onlookers from looking too close, none were the wiser when one lithe and mysterious human girl walked into this bad part of town.<br/><br/>First thing first, finding this slum-academy. Strange, the idea that someone would build a beacon of education in such a place. But Hausser itself was the bastion of knowledge within the empire. Education was its primary export. The area was rather messily designed and maintained. Buildings kindof mingled with one another an in some places even overlapped. Most of the older buildings, once stately and pearly white, had either become poorhouses, gambling dens, or various other homes for pitiable addictions. In order to find this place, she'd need to have a keen eye, or maybe ask the right people...<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Her search took several hours. Several long, hot, and smelly hours of the day. But with an organized mind she kept track of where she hadn't been and where she had, eventually tracking her way through the place. Her first hint came at the mere glimpse of a book. Books were fairly expensive outside of Hausser, but even in the place noone living here would afford one unless it weren't... Academy property! The satchel of books was being carted by a rather tall and broad man, who wore soft leather armor. He looked like a warrior, probably one of the few people who could openly carry books around this place without fear of them being stolen.<br/><br/>She tracks the man without trouble to a courtyard, bustling with people perhaps two steps cleaner than those outside! However, the area was gated, however, and she couldn't continue following him once those gates were closed. Funny, to have any manner of privacy in a place like this was unthinkable. But learning ruled all in this city, perhaps even the poor. Thankfully, the academy wasn't so surprising as to have a 'great' security. From any of the nearby ramshackle roofs she could probably vault her way inside, IF that was how she planned to go about it. Another gentleman stood outside, young with dark skin and hair braided into tight knots with a white tattoo on his forehead like some weird complicated lattice pattern. He was wearing robes and garb not unlike a scholar accept for the occasional wear that told of experience, rather than age. Also he seemed to be sporting something shiny on his fingers. Brass knuckles?