Her cloak is dark, and fades slightly against the rough stone at her back, a shadow in the darkness. But Cadeyrn is not so easily fooled, and whatever comes their way, there are too few people around here for him to be picky. He does not trust the so-called 'teachers', and has absolutely no intention to give them any attention. So. Whoever does not seem to belong here, to accept these conditions-- he'll take them along. Start structuring them into some sort of a team, if he can.

"Hey, you," he calls out to their attention as he leans his head slightly to the side. "You're not going in?" A single brow rises, midnight over silver eyes, glimmering like coins in water. "It's not great, but it'll keep us sheltered, if nothing else." There's something about their movement that Cadeyrn can't pinpoint right away, so an answer out of them might help him figure out what kind of person he has to deal with.