That species sounded familiar. Wasn't that a type of demon? He wasn't about to say it, but seemed excited about it nonetheless. "Great, great." While Masilalt was used to running on sidewalks, he hadn't been on a proper track in years, and the one at the school was absolutely beautiful. Staring at the track, "I'll remember that." He might be the only teacher that he could actually put a name to by next week. "Masilalt." His strange accent came out more than normal at the mention of his name. English was a hard enough language to worry about, he didn't have time to work on making it perfect.