Re: University Admissions, Grand Foyer
This morning when Toring had woken, he was looking at his packed bags when he realized he didn't know what to wear. He didn't have any clothing fitting for travel, except... except the ones he arrived in.
As such, when he stepped into the foyer, he wore a sleeveless brown leather jacket that had to be placed somewhere between a vest and a coat. The holes for the arms, trimmed with grey fur like the collar, were entirely too large even for Toring's frame, and the leather fell down on his thighs - in short, it seemed too big. Combined with the slightly too large axe hanging from a belt slung loosely around his shoulder and the bow seemingly crafted from a young tree on his back, the informed might get a hunch that these items were to be used in his were form. Underneath the vest, he wore a simple wool shirt that seemed to have been stitched back together many times and a pair of wide, brown, baggy pants that were slit on the sides from the knees downwards, held up by a belt without a buckle, while his feet were bare.
Toring looked around the hall and grumbled. He reached up and touched the braid that, tucked behind his right ear, held back the hair on that side. The braid was only used by his people if they went to war - but, given the involvement of evil dragons and life magic, that may just be the case. The large bag he currently held in his hand held some spare clothes (and his entire set of enchanted stretching pants), a removable fur lining for his coat, a quiver of arrows, a tent, a hunting knife, a dictionary for the most common languages and a stupid romantic novel that he would never read, like, ever, and the possession of which he would adamantly deny. Also, if bad came to worse and they would still be on the road when his heat set in, a pair of iron shackles enchanted in the same way as his pants, stretching to fit his bear form. They rattled when he plopped the bag down next to a seat across from Servante and sat down, giving everybody in the room a nod.