[ Xenk watches the proceedings from up on high in the balconies, golden eyes cast along the crowd as he observes the new arrivals for the season. Had he chosen any for himself? He doesn't make a habit of it, but if it's what his Court needs, then he would do it in a heartbeat.

He likely hasn't been needed this time around, but one must always prepare. Standing among the other vampires of his court, he cuts an eerie figure--still as stone, perhaps even reading the thoughts of some of those new arrivals. Maybe he'll find someone interesting. Or maybe he'll catch any seditious thoughts before they can take root in their fragile, human minds.

If you're a fellow youngblood, please feel free to tell him to cut it out. New arrivals might want to watch themselves though... ]

[ The Autumn Nox may be a Silver Court event, but Xenk is always happy to lend a hand when it can make the Gold Court look good. This means he's been tasked with organizing a partciularly harried group of thralls as they set up rooms for the new novices, their emotionless faces dripping with sweat as they run to and fro, carrying everything from furniture to bedsheets, to lamps and potted plants. ]

Quickly now, this is important.

[ He speaks in a commanding tone, the thralls picking up the pace against their will. Not that they have those to start with. If you happen to be staring, then Xenk will easily notice. ]

If you have time to gawk, then surely you'll have time to help elsewhere? I have this well at hand.

[ Or perhaps you've been unfortunate enough to witness one of the thralls breaking something, whether it's a dropped vase or a shattered frame, Xenk looms tall above the thrall, his golden eyes focused intently on the thrall, as if deciding what to do next. Ooh, boy, should you help? ]

[ Xenk may oversee much of the work that goes on with thralls, but vampires experimenting on vampires isn't his cup of tea blood. He observes the experiments with disinterest, appearing unaffected as the smell of vampire blood fills the air. He wrinkles his nose as the smell is drowned by burning flesh, and someone faintly calling 'again!' before the screams begin anew.

It's a little macabre, even for him. Enough that Xenk Yendar will turn to the nearest teacher beside him and actually attempt small talk. ]

Is it boredom that drives this? I may be too young to understand.

[ Later on he can be found near the entrance to one of these particular basements. Shrieks and yells are distant now, and he seems more relaxed for it. He's been asked to ensure no novices sneak in where they aren't needed. The scent of human blood, even if they're in their first seasons, might be enough to tamper with the "results" the scholars are searching for. To any students, he'll turn them away himself. ]

This is not the way to the dormitory. I suggest you turn back.