Social Visit...

Michael's room in the Hall of Attainment was actually pretty nice. It was already fully furnished, and lucky for him, the previous owner seems to have left some of their ingredients behind for whatever reason... A couple of soul gems, some alchemy supplies... A single boot!?

Despite having his own place though, he doesn't store anything away, instead, using his inventory to full effect. He stores his ebony scale armour away and puts on the Apprentice robes provided by Mirabelle. They were beige in colour, lacked hoods, and had a number of small pouches and pockets both inside and outside. They looked more akin to the Novice Robes you could get in the game, but, he supposed it didn't really matter what it was called now.

Once changed, he ventures to the room beside his which was owned by Tiffania, the girl now nervously looking towards the door of her room. With the robe's lacking hoods, her ears were now on full display, and would undoubtedly attract attention once the others were made aware of it...

"Michael, is this... Safe?" she tentatively asks remembering the horror stories she'd heard about Nord discrimination and Thalmor oppression, the harsh emotions of a time where she'd been hunted just by showing her ears coming back with full force.

He nods, resting a calming hand on her shoulder, "Better let it out now and show you aren't ashamed of them than try and hide it. People will find out eventually, I think you'll feel better just owning it like the sexy 'Long-Eared-Human' you are."

She blushes but nods, "Erm... We have our own rooms now... Are we going to...?"

He shrugs, "Not unless you want to. I'd be lost without my hug-pillow around, but I'll manage."

She looks to wanted to inquire further, but they're interrupted by a knock on the door. A word later and a Nord with dark hair and a clean-shaven face pokes his head into the room, "Oh!? Sorry, was I interrupting!?" he chuckles as he pulls back.

"N-no! Not at all!" Tiffania squeaks, opening the door to show that there wasn't anything 'untoward' going on... At least, not at the moment.

The Nord nods with a grin and eyeing them both with curiosity, "Greetings, and welcome to the College! It's always good to have new faces around here! Keeps the boredom away!"

"Whatever Borvir, just tell them the truth, that you want to use them for your cruel experiments." another voice adds, the person stepping into view and revealing themselves as an Argonian with bright green scales and small horns sprouting from the back of his head.

Unlike the now named Borvir who had relatively plain robes,(though, they did have some weird splatter marks on them), the Argonian had clean robes with a belt strapped full of scrolls of varying sizes...

"Experiments?" Michael asks, figuring by the Argonian's tone he was just taking the piss.

Borvir chuckles and rubs the back of his head, "Well, Ilas here is not technically wrong..." he trails off ambiguously.

Ilas crosses his arms and shakes his head, "His experiments include using the glorious arcane arts to... Make Ale taste better... The fool somehow even got the Arch-Mage to agree to fund part of it!"

"Hey, I'll have you know that my research could be the pinnacle of the entire college! Forget Shalidor! Borvir and his Ale is going to be the biggest name to come out of this place!"

...

Michael and Tiffania glance at one another while the duo continues sending verbal jabs at one another, both wondering if this was common for the college, or if these two were simply just... Well, idiots.

Charlotte and Illococoo come out from their respective rooms after putting Maria to sleep. The journey had been trying for her, and without the health, cold resist, and disease resist potions they'd liberally been using on her, the journey may have taken a permanent toll on her.

"Wow, you are really short!" Borvir blurts as he spots Charlotte, the girl's height standing around his stomach. The girl's eye twitches, but a slap on Borvir's back by his Argonian friend quickly has him embarrassedly looking away, "Sorry, it's just a fine day to meet new people... I'm Borvir by the way, the scaly one is Ilas."

"Charlotte."

"Illococoo!"

"T-tiffania."

"Michael Tahlin." he says, feeling obligated to add Riki's family name to it... Did their agreement go beyond just the verbal...?

*Clack!*

The doors to the Hall of Attainment open to reveal Nirya stomping inside with a scowl on her face, all while muttering curses towards Faralda under her breath. She stops mid-step once in view of the group however, "Oh, you two weakling have decided to greet our new-..." she pauses, her eye-locking onto Tiffania's ears. "What are you supposed to be? Some Imperial-Troll half breed?" she asks, disgust evident in her voice, almost causing Tiffania to shrink into herself before she remembers Michael's earlier words.

"Hey, elf bitch, don't you go starting trouble around here. The girl has long ears, so what? Better than what your Thalmor brothers and sisters are up to." Borvir interjects, at first sounding like he was insulting Tiffania but clearly isn't as he continues.

Nirya crosses her arms and sends an arrogant sniff towards him, "Even a meat-head like you should understand that I dislike the Thalmor as much as you. They give my people a bad name, and are hardly the sort I want running things." she says, causing Michael to chuckle... Even other High Elves hate the Thalmor!

Borvir lets out a grumble in response, not really having a counterargument. A shadow larger than him approaches though, soon revealing a larger Nord who looked similar to Borvir, "Elf, you aren't causing my brother trouble, are you?" the new arrival growls, sounding ready to throw fists at a moment's notice.

Nirya just shakes her head, "Speaking of people who give our race's a bad name. How are you today, Rundi?" she asks sarcastically, seeming as if she wanted to cause a confrontation.

"Now, now, if you all wanted to start waving your cocks around, do so in your own time." a man wearing master robes says as he enters through the door behind Nirya. He was a Breton with a long beard with short brown hair... The only real unique feature about him was the couple of burn scars on his face. "Now, I'm here to collect Borvir and Rundi to help me with some work. The rest of you, piss off and do something productive."

"Yes Master Ralyn." Nirya, Ilas, Nirya, and the brothers all echo, each departing to their respective studies.