You approach the gathering, coming into earshot just as the tieflings stop at the edge of the circle in which two students stand, the students otherwise crowding around giving them a wide berth.
"...and is therefore unsactioned! For any dullards or apprentices here, that means stop, and disperse!" The
tiefling in front finishes, tone caustic, the tieflings at his side nodding as they pull clubs studded with dark metal from their robe-armor, giving looks at the closest students, who seem generally eager to give them a bit more space. Except for one, that is - a
young woman who passes through the group to reach the new front, other students hastily stepping out of the way. Following her are perhaps half a dozen others, all standing out from the more plain-looking and plainly-dressed students around them. The woman wears a dress-like piece of clothing that clings to her tightly, held up by seemingly nothing, with her shoulders completely bare. She approaches the tieflings with clear confidence, looking at them with a smile that could be called haughty.
"Now now, Versix," she says, shaking her head.
"No need to get...worked up, here," she continues, pausing briefly as a chuckle comes from two or three of her followers.
"These two have perfectly valid grievances, best laid to rest here...we wouldn't want all that pent-up anger to interfere with their studies, now would we?" She asks. The students in question, a man and a woman dressed in more practical clothes, seem content to let the scene before them play out.
The tiefling referred to as Versix growls but doesn't say anything yet, though one of the others seems just about ready to raise the club he's holding at the ready...
Rakinen, rushing off the entrance to the administration building, hurtles towards the gathering across the open grass, covering the distance swiftly and gathering some attention from the crowd of students.