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Hal had begun to edge around the boy to make good her escape, but stopped when she heard the bunny girl mentioned. "'Er? You want 'er?"
As their heads turned to look at her, she silently cursed herself for her stupidity. "That girl... she was in the room I was thrown in. Maybe you could, I dunno... pick up her traces from there." She crossed her fingers behind her back and hoped that she could make it to the stairs while they were busy there.

Ryn spun down the stairs, landing next to the frightened girl, awed, and saying,"Your sure that she was in there? I must talk to her... Have you seen her recently? Chameo says that he last saw her, climbing a building, probably on friday..." Ryn was very close to the girl, forgetting for a second that he was a 6'5" tall, winged lizard, and what affect he had on most humans who had never seen a Draconian.

Ryn looked down as the girl collapsed against him, and he grabbed her, to make sure she didn't hurt herself by falling. "Whoops... Forgot some humans did this...", Ryn said, lifting the girl and carrying her down the stairs.

Baltazaar just stood there, rather pale in the face.... that was not exactly possible.....
He had been at his nicest, and they were just dropping him like hot potatoes....
His light coat of drunken stupor got the first riples when he had arrived in his dormroom. He had just been walking on, and had out of the corner of his eye noticed something with some kind of girl. He set down on his bed, and took out his sharpening and polish kit, and filled up the tankard. He just set there on the bed, layed out al the tools in front of him, when he found himself staring at his tankard of finest dwarfen ale. Just smelling its wonderful odour made him remember the caverns of his home mine, his mother hammering some of her famous dwarfen bread on the old kitchen anvil, and the smell of fire and earth rising through the damp halls.
he sighed in rememberance.... perhaps it was not right of him being so human about things. Maybe he just had to return to his dwarfen heritage.... Yea, that would be the best. he introduced himself as a dwarf, yet he let countless assaults on his honour just slip by. He nodded to himself. Yea, they woud just treat him like an adult if he acted like an adult.
Calmly, he finished polishing the blade of his greataxe, and then went to his closet. He pondered for a minute, then he had his outfit at hand. The chainmail underwear, the sturdy smithpants, fashioned out of Gobin hide, with the platemail-leg-protectors, a wollen underwest, a basic chainmail shirt, a light scaemail west, His sturdy platemail set "orkendeath", his spiked gauntlets made out of cold iron, and his rune-inscribed greathelmet.
He then put on his light belt full of throwing axes, his battle-kegs of plain stainless steel, and his most spikey shoulderpads. He completed the outfit by filling the kegs with pure methanol alcohol, and by lighting his metal pipe, which he rarely used, but which he loved because of his long slender spikes of pure steel.
He strolled out of his dorm, clutching his battleaxe. This time, they would not disregard him as nonexistant.

He had clearly anticipated that move. he twisted the axe a bit, pulled it back, and slammed it full speed in the floor, just nanometers away from the toes on the lizzard.
Nearly casually, he grinned at the draconian.
"I, as a dwarf, am just expressing my cultural freedom in honouring the traditions of my people. Did you know that touching a dwarfs axe without getting his ok first is a traditional way of saying please, I have reccently found it unpleasant to have members, I beg you chop them off?"
He smilingly leaned on his axe.
"As my fridge is empty, and too much beer is not good for the hair, I was just going out in the hope of either buying a breakfast, or hunting one down. wanna come along?

Well, he thought to himself, look how handsome and polite that lizzardboy can be...
"Well, Mister draconian, I guess we can have a sort of trip to the city, with this being weekend and all..... What would you think, shal we take some others with us? by the way, breakfast is on me. "

"Well, my Draconian friend, " said baltazaar,and pulled the Greataxe free with one sharp pull, "I am sure that the school will not miss this very substandart filling of wall in this trainingroom facing the outer walls. Now, If, for example, we would round up some students, and do a bit of training in the room, and we would with our ditzy ways accidentially destroy a small section of the wall?
I think it would not get noticed...Of course, it would require some planning...."
(it is 5.30 am in germany, and I am starting to get a little tired...)