The welcoming committee seemed pretty cordial. Brody offered them a small smile, shaking each one of their hands, "Uh, Brody. Brody Lees." He set the rucksack down in front of his legs, where the oversized bag sitting on the ground almost reached Dolemeck's shoulders (it probably weighed a little more than him as well).

"Pleasure ta meet ya'll. Honestly, I think I'm in the wrong place." Brody got out the instructions and address he'd been following, "I'm supposed to be at some work exchange program, state-thing, called Xavier's..."