I'm nearing the end of the beds and I haven't found a note with my name on it yet.
(Can I get a note I'm asking just in case you already picked other people)

(Sorry, I forgot to mention that I was away on the weekend, I thought I would have access to my laptop.)

Sylric Tassarion

As the woman left, I pressed my hands together and closed my eyes.

For a moment, I sat in silence, clearing my mind of all thoughts and sitting with a blank expression. My ears twitched several times, picking up a few minor sounds from the room. Once, a sob shook me, but afterwards, I appeared to be calm.

When my eyelids flickered open, I glanced around the room for a moment. I had made my decision - I could not afford to be rude, it was best that I returned to the bunker and apologised for my actions. Slowly, I got back to my feet, keeping my hands together as I began to wander.

I took a detour through many other corridors before reaching the door. The warm, encompassing air that I had carried from the meditation technique dispelled suddenly as I reached for the handle, and I began to shake. My eyes went to the floor; I took a deep breath, before turning it to enter.

The others were still inside, one of them holding a note. I recognised her as the hooded figure from before, who had tried to tell me her name. And then there was Draycil, who seemed to be searching for something.

My thoughts urged me to enter, but I was paralysed with a sudden sense of fear. My hands had gone white, gripping the edge of the door, and my legs were firmly rooted to the ground. No doubt, my expression and body language made me look crazy; my eyes were wide, my whole body was trembling, and my skin had gone pale. I tried to part my lips to speak, but my face was unresponsive, and so, unwillingly, I simply waited for a reaction.

I turn arround before I got to the last bed hearing someone walk in.
"Sylric your back why did you run away?" I ask wondering if he thought the rumors about me killing my parents were true.

Sylric Tassarion

I exhaled slowly, and took my hands away from the door. I didn't take a step inside, rather, I stood in the opening, in case I had to move away.

"I... I can't say," I responded, my eyes momentarily directing at the ground before meeting Draycil's gaze. I bit my lip as guilt stabbed through me. I can't tell her the truth about what I did. What kind of a person am I? "I apologise for the way I acted, I didn't mean to offend."

(Sure! Sorry to everyone else for me not answering, we're adopting a maltipoo puppy and it's been taking up some time!)

(It's fine! I hope you enjoy your puppy!)

"That's okay could you hand me that note please." I say realizing I skipped over that bed.

(Just pinging to let everyone know that Sylric won't be getting one of the notes.

@Shayni, that's ok, I understand, puppies and adoption can be a lot of work :) Take all the time you need.)

Sylric Tassarion

I glanced over to the bed that Draycil was referring to, and I carefully picked up the neatly-folded piece of paper. It was small, and the paper seemed to be subtly textured. I went over to Draycil and handed it to her. "I... don't know what it's about, but it seems kind of important."

At that, I looked over at my own bed, to see that it had no such same piece of paper. It must be important then, considering that it seems to have only been given to those of a high-class status. I folded my arms, looking down at the floor, awaiting Draycil's reaction to whatever it was that was written on the paper.

(Thanks! We're naming her Jazz- short for Jasmine)

"Yay horseback fighting fun." I say really excited.