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Having only been here for a month at most, Cyril didn't expect he would be asked to give a newer-new staff a look around the school. So far, his knowledge of this place was still very limited despite his efforts to often read up on the academy, and he has also only just recently memorized his way around. He was good with directions, but sometimes, he still found himself a bit disoriented as to where in the campus he was.

So when the he entered the office-- as smooth and seemingly flawless his movements were-- Cyril was in fact getting cold hands from the nervousness, and it took a lot of effort to keep any hint of it from really showing. He entered with a few confident strides, before seeing the new face waiting there. There weren't too many people present at the moment, so Cyril guessed he was looking at the right person.

"Good day," he greeted to start as he approached the man--or whatever he actually was. Cyril had already put a gentle smile on his face, and was prepared to keep it on as long as he could. "You're Mr. Sandor, yes? I'm Cyril Dorne. I believe I was given the pleasure of showing you around the academy today."

"I'll be honest, I'm quite new here myself." Cyril grinned sheepishly. He thought he'd have to make that clear as soon as possible, to keep Mr. Sandor from having to much expectations of today. The fact that Mr. Sandor was a bit too overdressed already caused Cyril's nervousness to worsen, but still, he managed to keep that hidden.

As they were just about to leave, he felt the need to actually point that out. "Mr. Sandor--or is it Mr. O...lah?--or, well, how do you want me to address you?" Cyril pursed his lips for a moment. He didn't usually ramble or stammer, but this was new territory, being an academy staff, being part of its system rather than just being a student. And similar to Sandor, Cyril has also never been in an academy as grand and intimidating as this one. In any case, he finally continued to his actual point. "We'll be walking around the campus, see. Will you be comfortable in those clothes?"

Compared to Mr. Sandor, Cyril was only wearing a cardigan over a thin button up shirt with its top button undone, and a pair of fitted black jeans. Comfortable enough for walking around. The sun was probably not too much a problem considering that it was no longer so high up the sky, but still, Cyril thought it better to ask just in case.

"Ah. I'll be calling you Sandor, then. And please feel free to call me as you please," Cyril replied. His sheepish grin from a moment ago quickly mellowed down to a small and calm smile, now quite pleased that the other was fine with less hassle speech, despite his outward appearance having given Cyril before a completely different impression. The idea that Sandor's lips didn't seem to be as stiff as his clothes also gave Cyril a sense of ease.

The half-elf took note of those stiff clothes once more. Some people might find it rude or uncomfortable when someone else's eyes trail down their entire body from head to toe and up, but Cyril might have, for the moment, forgotten about that. Well, if Sandor was fine with walking in those clothes, then they're wasn't any problem. Cyril nodded to himself as he thought about it, and then replied, "Then we ought to look around this building first before we head off somewhere else, if that suits you. Or have you gone around this building? Most things that involve paperwork and faculty-related concerns revolve here. Although, of course there are faculty offices in the other buildings as well."

With his right hand, the half-elf finally gestured towards the door that led to the hallway. "Then, shall we?"