He has never seen a building so artfully ominous, save in stolen glances at a television. It's almost strange- it feels like something one part from a history book, another from a stage play, and still another from sheer patchwork. There is a part of him that wonders just what could once have been here-

It's impossible for him to tell however, even if the thought doesn't fade while they wander the halls. "Uh-" Names. Right, names. "E...Emporio," he answers, swallowing somewhat nervously.

"S...so..." ...So. Cadeyrn had to be Told this was a school. They're wandering now, just to figure out where they are. Then...that means...

"...How did you get here..?" he can't help but ask, pulling his tattered coat a little more around himself. He knows how he himself got here. ...Probably. He thinks. But then what about anyone else who just...Fell?