Alan tried to take note of the names being given. This had always been enforced by his parents, who believe that it was the most important way of creating connections. The man named Baylen sat down. “Anyone smell that?” He said as he suddenly sat straighter. Alan nodded slightly. He definitely smelt something, though it was light and Alan didn’t recognize it. He almost asked the question, but decided against it, still on the fringes of the group.

After a moment, a councillor came out. As Alan tried to clean his glasses with the sleeve of his shirt, she launched into a standard spiel. Alan looked around as a few people got really excited. He smiled a bit, but wasn’t quite ready to cheer. The rules were not anything special, and made sense, however, he knew how people his age acted, and saw many being broken in the days to come. She ended with mention of a bonfire, and a tour. Alan immediately knew he would go. His sense of direction was poor, and any opportunity to get the lay of the land would be jumped on. Also, he still wasn't comfortable with his current position, standing just inside of the group's boundaries. He wouldn't be deemed a recluse, despite the validity of such a title.

”Well, guess I could stand a few corny, getting to know you orientation activities,” Gwen said as she stood. Alan was standing already, and nodded. “I’ll come along.” He muttered quietly. He walked over to where a small group was starting to form, fiddling with a button on his shirt as he walked.