Cadmus turned to all who had assembled there. "If there is a rival dragon or any force who wishes to threaten the students, know that I will personally ensure your safety to the best of my ability, and failing that, I will be sure to avenge your death, then make preparations to bring you back from beyond the veil." He had the feeling that while some there got his last statement, not everyone did. 

"Death isn't irreversible for mages and clerics of sufficient power, unless your soul is trapped in a gem, parchment, or other suitable container. If that happens, you can still be released and then resurrected. I understand that these concepts may be unsettling, but the life of a mage is anything but a normal one. For what it is worth, Sylph, you're a good student. I hope you will continue to set a good example for the others."

Meanwhile, Asthia had reached the registrar and met a dark-gray skinned humanoid, her flesh resembling either tarnished silver or iron. She looked much like Cadmus, despite her humanoid appearance and size, as well as her lack of wings. She had a similar pale underbelly like Cadmus and was dressed much like Asthia, except that she had brown clothes instead of purple and her loincloth was noticeably shorter. The dracon figured out what was going on with her. 

"Name?"

"Asthia. I should be on the list." The half-dragon checked a long roll of parchment. "Yes. A Sorceress from the dracon lands. Here you are. You've been assigned to the west dormitory. Choose any one of the available beds. Here's your class list and schedule, with the room numbers on the side" she handed Asthia a small piece of paper. "You should have been given a list of books and other supplies by now. Welcome to the crescent academy." She spoke to Asthia in a tone which indicated she had given this speech many times before. The registrar sat cross-legged on her cushion, which was shaped and colored much like the one Cadmus had, only many times smaller. 

"Are you a half-dragon?" the dracon asked. 

The female smirked. "Is it that obvious?" she replied, in a sarcastic tone. "I'm one of Cadmus' many offspring. I won't burden you with my family issues. My name's Pyria, but most people just call me the registrar, or 'the scribe.' I know of your species, I know how the dracons were made, with alchemy and spells."

"Well, thanks for the list. I'll just head on to the dorms now. Bye!"

"Yes, yes, leave me to my ceaseless paperwork and unending duties Pyria replied." Truly, her workload was rather light, but it didn't stop her from messing around with the newcomers. 

Asthia ran down the hall, almost running into Bryce. Her claws skid on the polished stone floor, and she stopped just short of him. "Whoops! Sorry. Didn't see you there."