It's true, he should be there. First nights are usually the worst in a new place. But it's a big party with other students—and other professors.

"Legal drinking age here is lower," he mutters. "They can do what they want."

Lacking indeed. Heine rubs his eyes again and stretches his arms.

"What do you want to do, anyway?" The first task isn't for another week. If he wants to practice, that's good, but surely he could find somewhere else.