Zaknayaf Banris pulled the hood of his piwafwi tightly over his head, the bright sunlight stinging his eyes slightly as he made his way through the wrought iron gates of Red Star. The wrought iron pattern seemingly shifting from rune to rune, a spell of incredible complexity for the eyes barely noticed the change as each beautiful form appeared. Zaknayaf was impressed, such a gate would not be out of place outside the greatest of the Drow houses. He smiled slightly, one day he would be powerful enough to create such a thing outside the house Banris and please his mother. Then maybe his sisters would leave him alone, though he doubted it. They'd only beat him out of jealousy, no matter how strong he became he would not be allowed to touch them.
The drow reached into the dark cloak, searching for the map he had been provided with out of habit. Compared to the winding caverns of home this place was easy to navigate and he had already memorised the basic lay out. Best make my way to class, I wonder what we will learn first he thought to himself and he strode forward. As he made his way he felt curious glances from the few that caught sight of his face. The drow were generally hated by other races, at the very best they were treated with cold disdain and he could already feel some angry glares aimed at the back of his head.
The dark elf paid them no mind, sixteen years of propaganda left his race with a confident sense of superiority that was difficult to shake. He made his way to the room allocated for basic magic lessons only to find a female crumpled on the floor in front of the door. Zaknayaf paused, to see a female in such an embarrassing state at home would either result in him being beaten by her in a fit of embarrassed rage and to make sure he never told anyone about it or to be ordered to help her up and then later be beaten by her to make sure he didn't tell anyone about it. He wasn't sure where a female human stood in drow hierarchy however. Zaknayaf decided the safe thing was to look away and wait until she either yelled at him, ordered him to do something or left him alone. He prayed it was the last one, he wasn't sure he would be able to stand the humiliation of being flogged by a human.