Robert followed the directions given to him, and led his team to where they would sleep for the rest of the school year. "Wow. Leader. Who would've thought? Well the rest of my team thought so, now that I think about it," he thought. Once they had reached their room, Robert opened the door and looked inside. He rushed in and jumped, belly-flopping onto the bed. "Yes, a bed. Oh, how I've missed these. No more sleeping on the cold, hard ground for me," he said. He turned on to his back, placed his hands behind his head, and looked up toward the ceiling. "Ah, comfy," he thought. His facial expression changed from happiness to serious contemplation, though. "The only thing I own are the clothes on my back and my weapons. As soon as I get the time and money, I should probably head to town and buy some new clothes and other necessities." He looked at his now torn clothes and then pulled his shirt collar up to his nose. "Euch, definitely need get some new clothes," he thought. He sat up and decided to address his teammates. "So, now that we're officially a team, what should our first order of business be? Remember, we have classes at nine tomorrow. Don't want to be late."