Javier Montoya

Javier sweeps his feathered hat off his head and performs a deep, flourishing bow in the middle of the crowded chemistry hallway, his silver-embroidered cape brushing against a row of lockers.

Halt, traveler! I could not help but notice your perplexed expression as you navigated these stone corridors. Truly, the court of Saint-Denis has never seen such a curious ensemble as the one you sport today. Tell me, have you come to deliver word from the King, or are you merely another soul lost in the labyrinth of this... 'High School' manor? Speak quickly, for my carriage—which the locals insist on calling a yellow bus—departs at the stroke of the bell, and I have a duel of wits scheduled in the Chamber of Geometry!