It seemed odd to say the least that the combat class didn't seem to be available, at least as the lead had turned around. So again he went along, and allowed himself into the survival class where everyone was drinking a vial. Moving quickly across to the back where he planned to be as unnoticed as his stature would allow, away from peering eyes. He sat, and lifted the vial, smelling it a little. "Poison?" He whispers to himself, but nods. It was much like back at home. Repeatedly through life Ridicians were injected with many types of poison, because anyone who was too weak to resist wasn't worth living anyway. This poison he wasn't familiar with but he had hopes that unless it was a single ingredient he'd have immunities to some of the assets inside of it and a potential advantage. Otherwise, he might be in for another resistance check which was perfectly fine. Determined, he turned the vial up and dumped the contents down his throat. He shut his eyes and focused, attempting to slow his heart beats down which could give him more time. His breathing became long and shallow, his mind focused yet still aware of the world around him. He just had to wait, for instructions or moments of resistance.