#oakgem217

Your friend once wandered too close to the Southern Parking Lot, where Something sleeps the sleep of the dead, making too much noise. When Something woke up, suddenly, Arthur was there, and then, your friend was seated in the dining hall across campus. Arthur was across the table, holding out a double fudge brownie with powdered sugar, and saying, “freely given. The chocolate helps. Try practicing your mixtape somewhere else next time, yeah?”

He’s also completely blind. No, he didn’t offend anyone or trade it away, he was simply born like that. He has a walking stick, and a service dog. The dog has eight legs, three tails, and five eyes, but nobody comments on it. Nobody pets it when it’s in its vest either. The walking stick is a thing of beauty, though. Instead of normal plastics, it’s made of some unidentifiable dark wood, and you think you can see writing in the grain, but every time you look closer, it’s gone.

The Gentry respect him, but do not like him. Ever since he enrolled, he’s had a habit of unfucking whatever tricks they pull on the undeserving. He’s very careful not to be too biased, but he single handedly doubled the return rate of students at the end of the quarter, much to the RA’s delight, and the Fair Folk’s displeasure. However, none would dare attempt to harm him. You heard a rumor about one trying, once. Once. It tried to get into his room, but as soon as it touched the handle, it Screeched and was gone. Nobody can describe the noise it made, just that his whole floor didn’t sleep for the next month or so.

But the real reason they respect him is akin to the respect they give to Chem majors. He’s the only thing the Wyrm is cautious of. The last time he made an expedition into the Wyrm’s warrens, with the intent of driving it out, the thing was nowhere to be seen. The easiest way to win a battle is to not be there at all.

 tldr: Merlin comes to EU, promptly causes a ruckus