(http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a50/Valkos/Justyn2.jpg)  Justyn walked across the grounds, near the student dorms, but clear of the parade ground.  He smoothes his long whiskers down with on hand, then slips his pipe back in his mouth.  Small whiffs of smoke float lazily up from the smooth stone bowl of the pipe.  His strides were comfortably short, as he had some time before his first class of the day.  He was dressed simply in breeches and shirt, soft doe skin boots, and a hooded cloak with many pockets.  The cloak hung open, the hood down on his shoulders, giving him the look of a poor adventurer, or a commoner up on his luck.  His staff-spear in his other hand, looked litle more than a well turned oaken staff.<br/><br/>Above and ahead of him, three feminine faces appear out a window in the women's dormitory.  The mage lifts and tips his hat to the female students,<em><strong>"Ladies..."</strong></em>He is then greeted by one of the girls giggling, and some muttered whispers between them.  Grinning widely, he continues on his way, glancing up at the women several times until he passes under them...<br/><br/>As he walks, his feret companion crawls out from under the inside of his shirt collar, and perches atop the soft cone of the hat.  Glancing around, his whiskers wiggling,<em>Patches</em>spies the girls above and chitters at them.