[center][color=aba000]Orlan Price - Beacon Academy Courtyard - Late Monday Morning[/color]
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Orlan accepted her explanation without further comment. He himself was a little warm, coming from the northern reaches of the world, but refused to remove his jacket. When she mentions the welcome ceremony, Orlan pulls his scroll from one of his coat pockets to check the time. Before he could return it to his pocket, the girl was already turning to leave. Orlan stood silent for a moment, looking around at everyone else before taking a few long strides to catch up to the retreating figure.

[color=aba000]"I hope you don't mind, but we all seem to be going in the same direction anyway,"[/color] Orlan mentions as he draws level with her and begins to match her pace. [color=aba000]"And beyond that... you're pretty much the first person I've spoken to since leaving Atlas."[/color] Though not particularly excited to make friends, Orlan would be put into a team eventually, and thus felt the to socialize at least a little.