A Long Day, An Even Longer Night.

Lyon would walk into the dormitory, a deep frown marring her normally expresionless face. She had, over her shoulder, her long black over coat, as she strode into the nearest room, not really caring if anyone else had moved in there before or not. Seeing that there weren't any belongings around the place that would lead her to believe that someone else had taken the room, she threw her over coat onto the bed and yawned. Her steps would be marked with a clanking noise that were the chains around her waist and on her shoes as she moved about the room, picking up random objects and trying to familiarize herself with the new surroundings. She knew that she would have a hard time here, but for the simple fact of winning a bet with a friend back home, she was determined to stick this out. With this thought in her head and a grim frown set upon her pale face, Lyon raised her arms and the shadows on the floor raised as well, upon her command. And through the shadows, she started moving in her things, placing them effortlessly around the room.

Lyon's pitch black eyes would move over the form of the woman she had never seen before, though her figure would still be shadowed to her as Lyon would continue to watch her. A small hairbrush filled to the brim with silver hair, -her own- would still be in her hands, Lyon having been caught in the act of brushing her long hair when Elghinn barged in. But she wouldn't respond to her words, simply choosing to stare without moving as the young woman slowly backed out of the shadowed room, and as she backed out far enough that she wouldn't be hit, the door suddenly slammed in her face, a loud crack sounding out, causing Elghinn to assume that the door had splintered due to the sudden force in which it had been slammed.

After a while, Lyon would finally look around her darknened room, making sure everything was just the way she liked it; halfway messy and halfway orderly. She nodded slowly to herself, the strange visit already pushed to the back of her mind, and slowly walked out of the dorm room, her hands in her pockets and the chains around her waist and on her shoes clanking as she would move. She made a quick note to turn and look at the number on the door before she left the room completely, and saw that the number was 415. Still having her hand on the silver doorknob, she let her shadows flow through the lock of the door and lock it tightly, making it so that no one but her could enter the room again. She made another mental note to always lock her door as she then started down the corridor, her chains clanking with every step and marking her movements to all who would be close enough to hear. And then she would hear the sound of crying, coming from a room with the door still slightly ajar. She put the sound of the voice to a face and realized that this was the woman she had just recently found in her room minutes ago, and wondered why she would be crying. Shrugging then, not really thinking much of it, Lyon continued on her way, her destination set firmly in mind. She was off to see if that Red dragon she'd seen the night before in the Dungeon was awake yet.

He walked up to the door, knocking on it as he then lowerd his hand, the door swinging wide open. He then walked in, seeing the one called "Elghinn". He smiled, looking around her room, then to her. "Hmm. Are you settling in well?"