<strong>Character:</strong>Malik Fyr<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Main Hall<br/><hr/><br/>It had been another long day of walking for Malik, which was hardly anything out of the ordinary for the drifter.  The kitsune spent more time on the roads than in towns themselves partially because of his insatiable wanderlust, but mainly because it was only a matter of time before his personal style of humor and entertainment rubbed the wrong person the wrong way.  It would have been a lonely lifestyle for anybody who enjoys socializing; fortunately he finds plenty of company discussing his idle musings and thoughts with Kitai, his fox familiar who often rides in the satchel on her master’s hip.  At least in the time it takes for him to travel by foot from location to location.  It had been a few days since he had last been in a civilized settlement and he had run out of what provisions he had available, which certainly was disconcerting given the protests his stomach was vocalizing.  Without a restaurant nearby (which was a moot point since he didn’t have a copper to his name), he knew he would once again need to forage for food in his typical hit or miss fortune.<br/><br/>Malik blinked in confusion for a few seconds as he stepped off the dirt road and into a large, lavishly adorned room full of people that had not been there a moment before.  ”Uhhh…”  The bewilderment was short lived as the headmaster told them where they were and why.  The first rule was the most distressing as the walls around them looked more like a cage than anything else to the wanderer.  His vulpine ears flicked with agitation as he started sizing the man up and the facility itself to judge his best way out should he finally have enough of his forced confinement.  The plotting was put on hold the moment there was mention of food in the Great Hall, deciding he could stay there for a little while at least.  Malik looked down to the fox at his hip as the crowd began to disburse.  ”Come on little sister; let’s see the quality of edible delights this place has to offer before we decide how long we intend to grace the University with our presence.”