Leith idly played with a loose string on the right shoulder of his shirt when the group had stopped outside the infirmary. When Meirin and Ssarak left the room, Leith had quickly realized that the gauntlet being fused to his arm might hinder his changing into some fresher clothing. He had to cut the right sleeve off from the shoulder and the arm. He had to do the same thing to the shirt that he put on. He would need to see a tailor before he ruined his entire wardrobe. He threw his cloak over his shoulders and had hurried out the door after Ssarak and Meirin.

He looked up from the loose string when someone walked out of the infirmary and hugged both Meirin and Ssarak. Leith raised his eyebrow at the scene. Apparently, something happened between the three of them. He leaned against the wall as he waited for the interaction between Ssarak, Meirin and the student to wrap up.

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The pain faded into the background as Darius put his robes on. It hadn't disappeared or lessened, but he had started to ignore it. When his robes were on, he made his way towards the doors of the infirmary. On the other side of the doors, Darius spied the woman to stole his kill the night before. He cast her a withering glare as he continued on his way. As much as he would have like to give the woman a few choice words, he had to go find his detail. He did not see any of his colleagues in the infirmary, and he had a creeping suspicion of where they would be. He needed to go to the stables. He shook his head when he saw the boy hugging the Esyire. "Queers..." he muttered under his breath.

When he got there, his suspicions were confirmed. His horse, as well as the other horses from his detail were gone. "Those spineless cowards!" Darius knew, he [i]knew[/i], that the representatives would have fled the moment that something had turned sour at the college. He was probably shrugged off as having died in the attack. If they had left the moment that it was safe to do so, they would have been gone for hours. He stormed back towards the main building, barely noticing the slight wind that was blowing earlier whipping around him and making his robes flap in the wind.

When Darius re-entered the college, the headache that he woke up with had returned, but it was nowhere near as painful as it was when he woke up. He decided that since he was at this college, he would stay. A whole bunch of openings popped just up with the guard. He learned from a passing guard where he needed to go to sign up. He was told that he would probably have to wait to speak with the woman named Lucilia. That was fine, he had plenty of time.