Cain and Dnasra

Dnasra followed. "So that is where the common people live, right..or do you call them students?"

"Students, yes," Cain replied, amused. He opened the double doors and held one open for Dnasra. "Here we are," he declared, gesturing as if modeling a showcase. "I'm told many rules are broken here. I don't doubt it."

Dnasra looked around. "If they misbehave, why no punishment?"

"Because no one's around to catch them," Cain said simply. He clearly wasn't upset, but he obviously wasn't thrilled either. "Students sit around and talk and whatnot in here after classes and on weekends when they're not at their homes or outside or wherever else. The dorms are a little more supervised, as well as the grounds outside, so this ends up being the rule-breaking zone ofttimes."

"I'm told Mr. Araigneé and Miss Finnigan used to have quite the sprees here. They're gone this year though, so you won't have to worry about them." Cain sighed with a slight smile on his face. "Funny, until now I didn't think I'd miss such troublesome students."

Dnasra shrugged. "Death comes to young easy."
The bettle snuggled under some of his wrappings.

At first, Cain was quite confused. Then, realizing what he implied, he said (unprofessionally), "Oh! No, no, no, no, no, Mr. Dnasra. They merely graduated. Nothing more. They go to a different school." He laughed nervously before clearing his throat. "Anyway, if you'll follow me I can show you the classrooms."

Dnasra nodded. "Yes, yes, show me more."