There are a few moments of silence following this interlude. After a while, Michelle asks, "So, had much to do with the undead before now? Or is this all a wonderful new adventure for you?"
Michelle nods. "Well, Cavalcade Academy's the only place you'll meet so many different species in the same spot. As you can see, it's made for a…strained study environment."
She pauses, indicating a section of wall. Chalked on it, the white lines forming a fine Gothic script, are the words, "WEREWOLVES: TRY LEARNING TO BREATHE THROUGH YOUR NOSES."
You glance at Michelle, who shrugs. "Vampires," she says. "You can tell by the font, as well as the general anti-werewolf sentiment."
"It's a bit tame," you remark. "If things are as bad as you seem to think, I thought there'd be something more passionate."
"Yeah," says Michelle. "That's mostly because of Rastan. If anyone scrawls anything super-speciesist, she'll put them through their own personal end-times. She seems to let the less inflammatory stuff through, though that's not a perfect fix. Some of those vampires can be bitches."