On one of the higher pillars in the training room Cerin sat crossed legged and his face buried into a book. No one would be able to say they saw the teen scale the pillar, or enter the room itself for that matter. He just seemed to appear out of thin air, book and all. The white haired lad was reading a black leather clad book with a odd arcane marking on it. Cerin looked up from his reading to the crowd of students that gathered below him. His brow raised slightly as he watched them before he spoke. [b]"Odd."[/b] The word seemed more intended to be a thought but managed to escape his lips.