Aeolus looked upon his new home away from home, and the first thng that came to mind was the fact that the place was a dump. His parents were paying a hefty amount for him to be here, and this run down little dorm was what he got for their money? He was hoping to live in some kind of comfort; that could atleast partially offset the heat of this tropical Hell, an active volcano and the fact that he had to actually attend classes here.
"Damned Ritual Summons."
He mumbled to himself as he hoisted up his bags, he even had to carry these. He told his mother he didn't need that much, but she didn't listen; how typical of her. Worse, she all but sprang an extra bag on him full of things that she packed, essentially what she wanted him to take that he had planned to just leave behind in the first place.
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