"My thanks, Shadow." The man seemed much more calmer now, seeing Shadow's cooperation. He was willing to overlook any exuding aura that related to the Abbatial from his home. He follows her through the gates and eases up his posture, still analyzing the entire area instinctively, as well as scanning Shadow for any visible weapons on her person. It wasn't an action of hostility: it was a silent precaution of standard. "A place of learning you say? So what are you all? Warriors? Hunters?" The way Shadow described these people sounded similar to the warrior hunter culture of the Tribals back in his home.