Einarr had been passing though the courtyard when he saw an unfamiliar face. He began to walk over to her, but she had closed her eyes; it seemed like the didn't want to be bothered. He began to walk a little ways more before turning back and looking at her. She seemed lost, almost and he knew she was definitely new. He began to approach her, his backpack on his left arm, swaying; as did his entire body when he walked. He made his way across the bustling courtyard, full of life. As he approached he was assailed with the smell of the crisp, clean air; the sight of all of the magnificently beautiful flowers all around; the warm, moist air. His large figure stood before the new student, and he said, in his thick Russian, almost, accent "My name is Einarr," he extended his hand in a greeting before asking "Is there anything I can help you with?"