Well, one will come looking for him then. A brightly smiling student rounds the corner, smelling faintly like death - standard for a vampire - and he flashes Dylan a bright smile.

"Mr. Rhodes? Ms. Forbes sent me. She's getting a little tied up with administrative things but I can pick up the tour and take you if there's anything else you want to see." Then after a pause, he holds out a hand. "Milton Greasley. Most people call me MG."