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Merope surprised himself by showing up, peering uncertainly around a tree at the group that was gathered before the cave. He figured this was the right area, considering the amount of other students gathered there. His talons drummed lightly against the tree trunk as he considered his options. On one hand, he wanted to see what this "valuable trade" was. He wasn't much skilled in anything, and his failures far outweighed his successes. On the other hand, it was in a cave. Merope wasn't sure what to make of it, whether it would be cool or contain water (hopefully!) or whether it would be hot (hopefully not!).

Either way, he wasn't going to get anything done standing there. Merope left the cover of his tree and looked around, spying the sign-up sheet and adding his name to it. Thankfully there were a few he recognized, namely Mort and Shehk. He also recognized Danny's name, and didn't bother to hide his frown. Hooo boy. And wasn't one of the people on the list some sort of fire dragon? At least there were a good number of undead, so with luck fire wouldn't be too much of a problem.

Merope moved away from the list, returning to the tree he originally hid behind. Rather than hiding against it, Merope settled for leaning against it carefully. Perhaps he should duck back into the dorm to remove his fins? He didn't want them torn up or ruined...

The cave was not exactly anywhere he had expected for a class to be held - especially since it was on the edge of the forest - but Ren's interest had been piqued before he had discovered this fact - by the rather enthusiastic sign. It didn't seem to be written by anyone he knew, and was quite...cheerful, in spite of everything, and Ren had decided he was rather curious as to the origins.

And to what this "trade" might have been.

So, on the Moonday in question, Ren ambled across the school grounds with his hands in his pockets and followed the signs until he reached the destination - which was a cave.

Odd, thought Ren, but he shrugged, signed his name on the roster, and glanced around to see who was there that he knew. There were several unfamiliar faces, a few familiar, and Ren reached out a hand as he passed alongside one familiar undead boil, ruffling his hair.

"Hey, Mort," he said cheerfully as he went past him. "Glad to see you here."

Danny was here as well, along with Roch and Demi, and Ren gave them both a smile and a wave in greeting, leaning against a nearby tree and folding his arms across his chest, ears flicked forwards.

Demi expected a few things to happen after he jumped on Levi. A whole bunch of hissing, a potential tailhug and a whole lot of sass from the ghoul, but not the strange quietness that seemed to come from her. it was almost enough to make him concerned for the tatzel, did she hit her head on the ground, or fell asleep right then and there.

but surprise, surprise; the green eared boil found a flexible tail around his midsection and a twangy voice flitted in the air. "Looks i didn't pounce on you well enough this time." he said with a air of indifference and his nose high in the air. His hands however were busy trying to pry open the tailhold enough to wiggle out. "And i'm not here to cause a ruckus, i'm here for the bacon vision." he muttered back defiantly before freezing up in fear of a certain pyromaniac's voice.

And it wasn't from the Voiii master.
It had to be danny, of all students, Danny. he ears flopped down low to his skull in fear of the hyperactive ghoul and went for the nearest safe spot.

Hurling himself behind Shehk, Neil and the undead boil he only saw around a few times, Mott, Murt, applesauce.... Mort! "Hide me from the fire ghoul, fire bad!" he whispered harshly, considering the lot, he was fairly sure they didn't have a keen fondness for the blaze neither.

Jericho wasn't really sure who to approach, if anyone. Anxiously, he shifted his wings, deciding that it might be best if he kept to himself for the time being. Though, this thought was quickly dashed as he felt a light touch upon his arm. Turning, he saw Shehk standing there, in which he offered a sort of nervous grin.

"Hey," he greeted in return, "Yeah. Seems so. But I don't think we'll be outside for much longer..."

His golden eyes darted to the cavern nearby. Having grown up in the heart of mountains, caves didn't generally bother him. But he couldn't help but feel some sense of danger nearby. It didn't help when Demi had come freaking out over one thing or another.

Immediately, his wings flared out defensively, and he took a more hostile stance as well. Was there an attack? He quickly looked on around, trying to spot signs of a threat.

Snarling, Jericho was ready to try and torch any signs of hostility. Hearing Shehk, his attention snapped over to her, but he didn't do anything. He didn't relax right away, as his eyes continued to dart here and there for signs of trouble.

It wasn't until some time after she uttered that it was fine that he slowly began to calm back down.

The dragon appeared to be rather on edge still, but he didn't look like he was about to attack anything that moved the wrong way.

The sense of danger wasn't helping Riley with her already shaky resolve to attend class this morning. Jericho was emitting it in waves, and she could barely manage to continue to walk towards the meeting spot for this little field trip, let alone turn and run the other way. When she finally arrived as close as it seemed she was coming, she stopped and put her hands around her dark, covered arms. She was wearing a thick black turtleneck, and black slacks to match - almost all of her body was covered in clothing, from the chin up. It wasn't her normal style, but it would do.

Neil almost let out a yip when Demi took cover behind him and Shehk. The boil looked from Demi to Shehk to Jericho to Demi. Fire ghoul..? He looked at Jericho.

"I hope he's not talking about you ." He said matter of factly.

Riley's brow furrowed deeply at Jericho's greeting, as the full force of his anxiety hit her like a wave of pain. She bore the brunt, trying to subdue it enough to give some kind of response, but all she managed was a silent, and almost sad little wave.

Shehk's hi was received with the same greeting, as if Riley was unable to speak for some reason. She was keeping herself shut down for as long as she could, if only to minimize the leak of fear and anxiety that kept ebbing back and forth between her and her mount. Shehk's questioning glance at her wardrobe was met with initial resistance, but Riley soon remembered that Shehk was privy to the knowledge that affected her wardrobe, already.

Y..ou've seen Jericho's ailment. Her private words were slow, faltering, and unsteady - as if she was trying, with all of her might, to hold her emotions back. We.. suffer the same. No one must see.

The sound of her voice was heavily affected by her efforts to remain calm.