"You can call me Roth. Or Mr. Mulciber if you're more comfortable with that." He took another drag of his cigarette, feeling the little headrush as he exhaled the smoke. "Are you not concerned about that creeper supposedly lurking somewhere on the grounds? He's surely in the forest if he's not already hiding in the castle." It would be fascinating to see what the students were thinking about things. They were surely discussing him after his grandstanding photo where he was covered in blood.