The Ward's Guard

Ros struggles at first, but then he resigns to try it.

Ros raises an eyebrow before shrugging. He walks up to the top of the stairs and watches for a little while.

"A wise response, I wonder if it comes from a wise person. The first question is simple for most, what is your name?"

"Before I do, I'd like it if you answer two questions for me."

"I guess it is Crescendo. Although may i ask what exactly you're doing before I answer the second question?"

Ros looks up. "Oh, hello la-, Crescendo. How is your morning?" Ros says with a slight bow of his head.

The man's smile returns, this time with a slightly mischievous glint in his eyes. "Funny thing, names. You may call me Kuno if you wish, although i suppose there's nothing stopping you from calling me whatever you want, besides possibly Catophia, she's not fond of people referring to me with profanity."

At this time, Ros makes his way tot he bottom of the stairs, thoughtfully contemplating something, and not noticing anyone.

Catophia responds with a glare while trying to keep her between Chorale and the man. "Oh me? I'm an Idealist, I guess that you could say. But I assume you want my name."

Upon Chorale's approach, the woman following catches up and attempts to block Chorale. The man looks up and smiles at Choral. He has a delightful twinkle in his grey eyes. "Me? No my dear, I'm not a guard. I'm just a man. Now don't mind Catorphia." He gestures to the woman who stands between him and Chorale. "She's always been a tad over protective of me." He starts to move as if he's walking away.

A man is walking along the wall, casually looking towards the city and appearing to be lost in thought. Not very far behind the man is walks another person, a woman this time, following him, and watching the surroundings suspiciously.

After Ros leaves his room, he wanders around the building, avoiding anywhere that he knows that he he shouldn't be. He doesn't seem to be purposely heading anywhere, just around the building itself before he eventually ends up in the Kitchen, after he started to follow the smell of food. He sees the staff and bows his head to them before continuing on.

It took a short while for Ros to realize that the class had ended. He then looked slightly embarrassed that he hadn't noticed Crescendo leave. He then decides to make his way back to the room that he chose by himself. As Ros makes it to his room and closes the door behind him, he turns and talks a little softly. "Given your attitude and apparel My Lady, I didn't think that you'd want to hide like this." The room doesn't dignify Ros's comment with a response. He simply sighs and opens his small luggage, placing every one of his few belongings in its new spot. He comes to the last item in the luggage, a Spanreed. Ros prepares the Spanreed and signals to the other side that he wants to talk. As he whats for the response, he contemplates what to write. When the receiver is ready, Ros begins. "My good Brightlord, it ..." He spends nearly an hour of the night, simply writing to his contact, before retiring to bed.

Ros looks slightly puzzled. "How many student should be in this class?" He says to no one in particular.

Ros had been lost in thought until he heard Windrunners, at that, he perked up and started mumbling.

Ros's only reply is a weak smile. He then turns away.

Ros raises on eyebrow at Crescendo. Then he simply shakes his head.

Ros speaks without thinking "Neither do you." Ros then looks surprised at himself, and then stays quite.

Ros looks at Crescendo inquisitively as she does so, but he shrugs it off. You mean Netollyn? She says she's an Honor Spren.

Ros lets out another small smile before hiding it agains. "Of course. I'll be right here la-, Crescendo." Ros sits next to Crescendo.