The old, wiry lady manning the desk at the Office of Academic Affairs has two horns growing out of her forehead. Probably goblin; she's too small to be a troll.
Despite being born and raised in a world filled with supernaturals around every corner, even I blink a little to see a chthonoid subtype guarding the gates of the Chancellor. Goblins and trolls don't exactly have a reputation for… well. Anyway.
I wait at the counter, keeping my expression neutral while the goblin woman shuffles papers around as if I'm invisible. The tusks protruding from her forehead gleam; does she wax them? They're polished to an impeccable shine, suggesting either pride or meticulous self-care. At the very end of one is a piercing, a simple golden hoop.
How fascinating.
She finally looks up, pushing her bifocals higher on her nose with one gnarled finger. The glasses hang from a beaded chain around her neck, giving her a grandmotherly vibe.
