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Dust motes danced in the slanted sunlight pouring through the university's high windows, filling the grand hallway with a hazy, anticipatory glow. Egrassel, his golden hair catching the light, stood before the cluster of new arrivals, a faint unease tightening his chest. His gaze settled on the one human in the sea of pointed ears – Lololoshka, standing with a stillness that seemed to deflect the murmured taunts around him. The contrast between the elven crowd's quiet arrogance and the half-elf's unshaken composure was jarring. Masking his disquiet with a nervous smile, Egrassel began guiding the group down the corridor, his attention drifting back, again and again, to the enigmatic newcomer.