[BlueInTheShell]

Christoval was a bit more deft when it came to manuevering around the more veteran populace; the young knight giving people as wide of a berth as he could, and throwing himself to the side when a small group of older generations were walking together. Half of the reason was to avoid conflict. The other half simply was due to the fact the kid seemed to share some of the juju that Wisp had. People looked at him like he was some form of cursed being walking the Earth, and even touching them led to some form of altercation. More than once in their brief time, Wisp had to come his rescue, much to his embarrassment. Scooting his way past a series of knights in scorched armor, Christoval wrinkled his nose at the smell of burning hair, and carried onwards.

Once Kastivi's (gorgeous) presence was in sight, Christoval began fumbling the words in his head and was about to blurt out the first thing that came to mind in order to try and strike a conversation with her, the mention of his favorite breads getting spared from coming out vocally by her question. Sniffling and kicking at some dirt on the floor, Christoval scrunched his face and then rubbed his hands together to keep them from fidgeting. "I...Really can't say. I work well with Wisp. I think we'll get along. I'm just worried about our mentors. They don't really seem to get along. And the last thing we need is to pull the two of them out of an arcane fist fight."

Christoval held out his hands to take both the mug for himself, and to carry Wisp's mug as well; his face going into deep thought. "I forgot we even needed a healer to be frank. I hope it's someone who can mediate well. It'd be nice to have someone keep the peace. Or at the very least, I hope they're sweet and cheery. I could do with a bit less gloom and doom from Wisp, if I'm gonna be honest. Hard to try and be chivalrous when she's reminding me that being a knight is stupid." Christoval huffed. "It's not. It's a chance to do something good for the world."