After his new roommate left, Ssarak remained in his room for a while longer. Now that his room was in order, he had little to do other than sit and think. The overall feeling of the room reminded him of his home, which inevitably brought his thoughts onto the topic of his past. His axe and armor were reminders of his father, but he had nothing left of anyone else. Not his mother, his wife, his children, nothing. They lived on only in his memories, which would have to be enough, he supposed. His marriage had been arranged from birth, but his wife was a good person, and he had loved his children with all his heart. The loss of them and the rest of his family had sapped all meaning from his life and replaced it with regret. He tried constantly to move past that event and on with his life, but every time he was left alone with his thoughts, it seemed, they emerged once more. 

Ssarak brought himself out of his ruminations when he realized the opening feast was close at hand. He was ready to attend, though his mood had been soured somewhat by his own thoughts. He needed something to keep his mind occupied when he was alone, a project of some sort. Walking over to the rune, he touched it once more, summoning forth a large block of wood almost as tall as himself. The dark black material came from the only type of tree that could actually grow somewhere in the Scorched lands. He knew what he intended to make from it, though for now, he was eager to get to the feast. 

Using the gargoyles to give him directions, Ssarak made his way to the dining hall, and was immediately overwhelmed by everything he experienced. It was a massive room that was packed with the largest crowd he had ever seen. Scents of all types flooded the room, from food and drink to the students themselves, though they all blended together to the point that they were almost indistinguishable. Merely glancing at the feast revealed an expansive variety of items, most of which would likely be entirely new to him. His mood quickly elevated in the presence of such splendor, and he eagerly anticipated the displays of magic they had been told about before. 

As he walked around the room, Ssarak managed to spot one of the two familiar faces he knew of at the college: Aruna. He still felt a bit embarrassed over what happened, but he felt it would be good to apologize and clear up any misunderstandings. He approached the Half-Esyire and bowed slightly. “Greetings, Aruna. I…would like to apologize for what happened before. My new roommate explained what happened, and where the misunderstanding arose. Evidently, human culture treats men and women differently, a concept of which I was unaware. I do not know if you heard in my rushed stammering before, but in my village, men and women alike would often share common housing, so I was unaware of the…implications of my request.” He said in a polite tone.