As the curtain to the stage rose Tirren stopped running his hand through his hair trying to get the gunk out, in retrospect he probably should have dodged it, and focused on the man standing at the podium. The man clumsily introduced himself as interim headmaster Arrun. Eyes glued to Arrun, Tirren watched as he eventually gave up on his script and truly began to speak. 'Good', Tirren thought to himself, 'It is easier to say what one means when he truly speaks rather then going rather than going through a rehearsed speech and it is then that one can truly speak to those around them. Though written words had power, so did the spoken word.' With renewed fascination Tirren watched Arrun pace back and forth as he spoke, clearly out of his element.
Nodding ever so slightly when the headmaster spoke of how one must walk through the open door when it is presented. 'Quite so, after all I have already come this far, I must now just cross the threshold and the true journey shall commence'. As Arrun finished speaking Tirren allowed himself to ponder the simple message that the headmaster had spoken so bodly. While simple words they held many truths.
As the headmaster exited the stage a woman journeyed forth totake his place. She spoke of sleeping arrangements, food, and the oppurtunity to ask questions of the present faculty. Tirren debated sticking around to question his future proffesors, but decide that their worth lay insde the classroom not on thr responses he would be given while they were on stage.
With that he set off to the buffet, all the while trying to remove the remaining gunk from his hair and cloak.