(I swear I'm not ignoring Hano, Doen, and Frances, but it's an all PC conversation at the moment. Something will happen for you guys, soon)

"Oh, a abbarent dragon mark," the halfling says as if she knows what that is. "Yeah, there's some Eberron professors around here somm'ers. Maybe they can help."

A table over, Caeruleus finds himself talking to a rather cheery elf. "Like, sure, lessee. Cearuleus, the standard spelling?" She pulls out a packet. "So I'm guessing... necromancer? Some kind of warlock? Do you need directions to the darkest coffee shop, because there's a good one nearby."

"If i'm gonna do this much running, should have taken Monk classes..."

Doraad groused as he arrived back at the festival grounds nearly out of breath, yet again. Well, at least it meant he'd been somewhat timely - might still have a chance to help out with the new arrivals instead of leaving em all to swarm Frances.
Well, that sort of counted as swarming? Couldn't leave this guy alone for twenty minutes without attracting a crowd. Probably ought to keep that under control if he was going to take Rogue classes at some point.

"Sorry about that, figured that the big group wouldn't be heading out for a while yet... Speaking of which, hey there everybody."

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From the other side of the campus plaza comes another new student.  Tasting the air briefly, Lorenzo is just astonished at the sheer diversity of the place, poking around before he hears the siren call that brings many a student to bear.  The call for cheap, good pizza.  Ambling over to Odo's, he looks at the slices, low voice rumbling to the orc.
"Eight copper for a whole one then, right?"
After that business was settled, and only then, did he proceed onwards, practically consuming a slice with each step as he headed towards registration.

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"You definitely need to talk about football with Coach Klank," the halfling answers. "He's the big metal guy with the whistle around his neck and the shirt that says 'Coach,' which don't sound too stealthy at all, really. I mean, I wouldn't wear a shirt that says 'rogue.'" She think. "Or would i?"  

"Coffee's good," the elf nods, and scribbles an address for Caeruleus. "Jayla's is pretty popular, and it's near campus."  

Lorenzo ends up grabbing the pizza from the M to Z admissions desk because the Odo's booth was closed. The halfling looks briefly puzzled at the 8 copper, but pockets it.

"Thanks-wait a tick...Oh cook me on a spit-"
Lorenzo looks up at the sign, damn near smacking his own face with his tail in shame at his stupidity as he realizes he went right where he meant to grab his pamphlet.
"Oi, since I apparently have more stone than brains up here, you mind checking for my stuff?  It'd be under Thuya if it's this one.  And, ah, guess your next pizza's on me, yeah?"

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