I shake myself out of my trance and look for another note with my name on it.

Sylver walked into the training room, as it was one of the more peaceful places surprisingly. "What's wrong 'Brosie?" Sylver asked the snake as she motioned over to Sylric. "Oh my! What's wrong? What happened?" Sylver asked as she rushed over to the boy near the wall.

Sylric Tassarion

When I heard a voice call out to me, I swiftly wiped my eyes on the back of my arm, trying to dry the tears as quickly as possible. But I was fully aware that it was still obvious that I had been crying when I lifted my head to see the woman from earlier, who had acted rude and attempted to intimidate the highborn recruits that I had been talking to.

I refused to let my gaze stay upon her once I knew who she was. I was not certain as to why she was so concerned with me, considering how she had behaved earlier. But nevertheless, I gave her an answer.

"It... it is a matter that I would rather keep silent about." Indeed, I appeared very distraught about the issue, and as such I would probably not be left alone about it, but I was desperate not to tell her. They cannot know what I have done; I would be prosecuted, perhaps even executed for my crimes. I could not ask of anyone to bear the weight of such a secret, and neither can I trust her enough to do so. "A matter that I will not explain." A sob rose in my chest, and I attempted to disguise it as a hiccup. I coughed a few times afterwards, my elven ears flattening as I did so.

"Okay, I understand that you'd rather not talk about it, and I do not wish to force you to, but I will remain with you until you're feeling better" Sylver told him, Ambrosia slithering off of Sylver's arm onto Sylric's lap

(I'm going to stop here until tomorrow because it's really late atm lol.)

Sylric Tassarion

I was not particularly pleased about being accompanied by someone while upset. I felt like it would draw more attention to me - I had deliberately sat behind a dummy to be hidden, but now, with the woman here, there was no doubt that people could see.

"I would rather that you didn't... I believe... I need to be alone for a moment... to give myself space to think," I mumbled. My words were not meant to offend, although they were a little forward. If she had been a friend, then perhaps I would have considered letting her stay. But a stranger, especially one who had presented herself with malicious intent to begin with, was not comforting to me. On the streets, I would have not even allowed her within five metres of me without drawing my dagger. She is fortunate that she is of a higher class, or else I would have done just that.

Again, my mind drifted to exhaustion. I needed to rest - not only had I been tired, but, in order to save money for any provisions that I would have needed on the way, I had eaten and drunk very little. Placing on hand on my forehead, I sighed. But now, with what I have done... I am not sure when I can go back to the bunker.

"Very well, I shall let you be" Sylver said, standing up and walking off, Ambrosia slithering after her.

Walf stopped at a stand selling roasted meat, and bought a bit of dried goat. Chewing on it, he travelled through the market square, hoping to find what he was looking for.

"Oh my Rillifine, Oltsu just eat the potato it is burned to much it's black it can't be burned any more!" Willow shouted at the Dragonborn next to her, who just rolled his eyes. The Inn tavern they were at, thankfully, was very accepting of Dragonborn. "Fear not friends-" "Aya I swear sit down right now or I'll-" "-I SHALL PLAY US SOME MUSIC!" Aya exclaimed, standing up on the table and beginning to play her lute, fairly badly.

Willow just sighed as she walked outside, not wanting to be seen with the fire-breathing-potato-eating psycho, and the dancing demon playing music on the table very badly, muttering apologies to the owners as she walked outside, reconsidering her life choices.

(Well, he's very much older than everyone else..)