Tiberius walked slowly into the room, scanning it with his eyes. His gaze settled on a young man in the room. Giving him a quick once over, Tiberius assumed that he couldn't be older than maybe a second year student. At 26, he knew he was likely to be one of the older students here. Most doing advanced study with dragons had worked with them previously, but his advisor had insisted that if he were going to Romania and anywhere near a dragon colony that he needed some basic training in case his research took him in an unexpected direction.

And so here he was. He shifted his bag up on his shoulder having changed before arriving. His trusty WU Cairo shirt that he always wore for fieldwork was stained and ripped, and still smelled vaguely of the scoffin they'd tracked in Iceland. Not at all appropriate for walking around on the street, but certainly for this.

"Hey," he said with a nod to the younger student, walking up beside him, but still scanning the room for any hint of instruction.