[Location] University of Zeltiva Registrar's Office

[Siarak]

Shock but please as he was about the rooms Siarak gladly counted out the right amount miza and placing them. “Here you go” Siarak said thinking that it was going he was helping with the translations he didn’t have to pay as much. Because 55 mizas would have, put a large dent in his wallet.

OCC: I'm am just going to mention the time he was doing the translations in other threads instead doing one about it. Because I have a feeling I would give myself a headache trying to write it out .

[Eskin]

26th Winter 511 AV
Eskin walked down the hallway, whistling as he went. He was glad to finally be at the university, though he had needed directions to find the registrar. At the end of the hallway, an imposing wooden desk, behind which sat an even more imposing man. Eskin glanced at the plaque on the edge of his desk which named him H. G. Sanderson. "What is your business with the Registrar today?" Sanderson asked, peering down at Eskin as he spoke.

"I would like to register for classes, however I was unable to procure a course list before today. Do you happen to have one available?"

[Paragon]

Eskin Sanderson peered down at the dark man with a vague interest. "Well do you know what sort of class you'd like to take? There are lists, and more lists. Endless lists. I won't provide you with a class list for fear of breaking your back carrying it."

[Eskin]

Eskin smiled slightly at the man's mention of back-breaking lists. "Perhaps something on old, nearly forgotten magic? I'd also like one on Alchemy, or at least one where I get to use some sort of Alchemy rings. Do you have any that fit that bill?"

[Seto]

A light tapping sound contributed towards the overall crowd ambience of the registrar's office as Seto the Mad waltzed into the room somewhat elegantly, yet with flavours of abstract posture, his walking staff in his palm. Finally he was at the front of the line, and the ageing eccentric, somewhat extravagantly, approached the desk.

"Greetings, Mr. Sanderson!" he exclaimed, a giant beam on his face. He began to balance his stick to stand up in his palm, purely out of amusement. "I wish to apply for three courses, or classes, or... 'clousseses'! Or perhaps not. Classes, I believe. Reimancy, philosophy and teaching, if that is possible. I need not rent accommodation as I already have some in Zeltiva. Please let me know what you require of me." He gave a long, heavily over-exaggerated bow with the intention of showing his most humble of manners, yet it may have come across more of mockery.

[Paragon]

Eskin OOCIf you want to go ahead and do summoning, it might be fun to speak to Trente (another player here) as he's taking the same class and you could thread together. "Oh yes, there are alchemy classes. Is it a basic level class you require? As for your other... request." Sanderson peered down at his paperwork, rubbing his finger along the parchment. "Summoning? Would that fit the bill?" Seto Sanderson raised an eyebrow at the curious man before him - more than a little eccentric, he thought, looking back down at his desk. "That is fine. It will come to fifty five Mizas for the three classes, and you're sure you don't want a dormitory on campus? They are free after all."

[Seto]

"Alas," began Seto in return, now spinning his stick around in a circular and relatively annoying motion. "I did not know they amounted to being free after a certain amount of classes, however I think I would prefer the warmth and safety of my own sweet, sweet bed as opposed to a dormitory... Not that I am meaning any disrespect to your dormitories, of course. I am sure that you have fine beds of silk and magical, cushiony goodness." He dug a hand deep into his right pocket and produced a small pouch, placing it carefully on the desk in front of Sanderson. The next minute consisted of him making sure that he had placed it just perfectly in the right spot, adjusting it slightly every few seconds.
"Fifty five of your finest Mizahar Mizas, sir! Already prepared for this visit." He winked extravagantly.

[Paragon]

Seto "Well... that's good," Sanderson replied carefully. Odd. Very odd. This man was definitely one step away from the Scholar's Asylum. "Thank you," he said accepting the money. "Here are the appropriate papers, classes start in a week."

[Seto]

"Much obliged, dearest gentleman sir!" said Seto as he snatched up the papers eagerly and turned with a flourishing spin on his heels to leave. "I do hope we meet again, Mr. Sanderson! Good day to ye!" With that, the tapping returned as he danced back out into the Zeltivan streets.

[Eskin]

"Summoning sounds like it might be good" nodded Eskin "And a basic level class is really all I'm ready for, to be honest. Sounds good. How much do I owe?"