The mausoleum sprawls across the grounds, its main doors an ominous pitch-black. There are few windows to the building, and the stone that forms it is thick, and scarred with cracks. Cadeyrn has to push it with a heavy shoulder just to get the doors to creak their reluctance as they open. The flickering lights still bother his eyes, so he guides his young companion with a quick pace to get away from them.

The hallways all look alike, rotting veins in the large stone behemoth of a school that stinks of decay. He still has to linger at unpleasant corners, searching his mental map on occasion as he makes sure to bring them both back to the classroom he'd begun tending to. He also checks to make sure his smaller companion doesn't get lost, and the short walk has him prod lightly to know more.

"I'm Cadeyrn, by the way. What's your name?" It's not much, but 'hey, you's are going to get on his nerves real quick if he cannot recognize everyone in these hallways. Part to stay safe, and part to keep them safe-- identity and surface knowledge is going to be necessary. Even his own.