Vonjo stepped out of the grand hallway with an air of practiced nonchalance, letting the heavy oak doors swing shut behind him.
The muffled chatter of the other faculty and the distant hum of the principal's voice faded, replaced by the softer, almost eerie quiet that lingered in the far reaches of the Academia.
The teacher's dormitories weren't directly connected to the main academic buildings—one had to cross a long stone passage, arching slightly downward as if leading into a more secluded part of the complex.
He strolled without hurry, his gait unhurried and almost lazy, hands slipping into the deep pockets of his long, loose overcoat.
His eyes half-lidded, Vonjo seemed the picture of a man who couldn't be bothered with urgency, but in reality, he was taking in every small detail around him with a predator's subtle awareness.
