In the center of the Institute Quad where the students would gather on the weekends, there were three students sitting on three large chairs. Behind each of them were groups of students, standing and waiting patiently. Sitting on the left, a large young man with grey armour. He had black hair with strands of grey. Although he was a student, he looked more like a bulky and muscular young man in his twenties. His hand lazily rested on the hilt of a giant grey and red axe.
