A large coach drew up to the depot where the head students were gathered. This was full of new students to the academy. A short man, obviously Semitic in origin, with his long hair in a ponytail and wearing a gilet and stole, stepped out of the vehicle.

"Is this Sovereign?" He said with a just-too-loud genial voice. It was not a question, and he extended his hand to Freyja. "The head student of dorm six, I presume."