Walter was not the only man in the halls with a feathery guide.

Jack was making his way toward the dorm hall, his arms occupied by a teetering tower of boxes. On his own shoulder was Edgar, his original starter. The Murkrow kept a sharp eye out, fully aware of how uneasy being in these halls made Jack feel. Guilt crept in on him when he couldn't keep pretending he was playing a sneaking game.

"Grok! Grok! Grok!"

Edgar cawed a warning and Jack veered to the side.

"Excuse me! Pardon me!"