It didn't take too terribly long for Ashil to finish his food, and he left no scraps to waste. He'd enjoyed the little time of silence to himself, which was rare -he often liked to be surrounded by his peers, something about the crowd was soothing, and he spent far too much time alone. The little snack had brought his spirits back up, put the pomp back in his saunter as he walked. He strolled back through one of the halls, singing quietly to himself; his voice was perhaps one of his only notable, natural qualities. It had served him well in schooling years before, garnered him attention, and was perhaps responsible for his thespian side.

However, his singing cut short when he came upon the sight of the creep, Phobetor, lying in a heap on the ground. For a moment, he was confused, for a sliver of one, concerned, but after the useless thoughts had faded a mischievous grin split his face. Really, what sort of evil god-to-be would pass an opportunity like this? 

He unfastened one of he superfluous sashes from his robe and scampered over to the limp god's form. One poke, then a nudge on Phobetor's shoulder before Ashil crouched down and moved to his feet. He wrapped the piece of silk around Phobetor's ankles until they were close together, and then tied the sash tight. Would it hold for long? No, the knot was sloppy, and would only resist the faintest or most absent of tugs, but Ashil wasn't worried about incapacitating the other boy. [i]something[/i] had caused Phobetor to collapse in the hall, and the chances were good that when he awoke he wouldn't be too happy with who or whatever had done it. So, fuel to the fire, as it were. Chaos for the sake of chaos, Apep would be proud, later. 

Once he finished tying, Ashil hopped back up to his feet, admiring his handy work. Better to do that now, since things like this never took long to come back and bite him, but maybe this time was different. Regardless, he didn't stick around long; he jogged back to his room and ditched his robe. The colors would give away who the sash belonged to, and he didn't want to be the reason he was found out. He looked a bit under-dressed for his own tastes, but keeping his clothing schedule in tact was worth walking around in his remaining ensemble. He did swap out his arm-warmers for a brighter pair, however, those could be used another time. 

If his mood had been better before, he was practically glowing now. He made his way back out through the hall and, in a stroke of inspiration, decided to explore. Perhaps there was a lounge, or a courtyard, who knew?