The sound of merry hooves clacking against the wood floors echoed through the hall. The cheeky little creature they belonged to plodded along with a couple biscuits in his hands, stolen from the kitchen. His mouth was surrounded by crumbs as he stuffed himself full of breakfast. The satyr managed to eat quite a bit for a person his size.

Rowan had been in a good mood throughout the week. He'd managed to hear a rumor of new visitors coming today, and the prospect of having fresh faces around excited him. The same, old, boring wizard had gotten tired and cranky of his games. Half of them either ignored or threatened him with dismemberment. 

Rowan was rounded the corner of the third floor overlook, a railing to one side that looked down into the foyer. The sound of the great, oak door creaking open made him stop. The satyr peered over the railing, his floppy ears perked up. He watched at a strange deer man and a...pale and crusty looking fellow came in. They were soon led to their quarters, and Rowan couldn't help but be nosy about it.

He shoved the remaining biscuit in mouth and hoped over the railing, landing nimbly on the one below it. He trotted down the stairs and kept a bit of a distance as he trailed the newest arrivals. His curly head peeked around the corner as the deer man entered and then left his new room. He seemed pretty boring. Maybe the other new people would be more fun. 

Rowan stood straight and leaned his back against the wall, pondering whether or not he could get away with stealing more food.