Aydon was pushed forward by the guard who would closely behind him, clipping his heels on every step. One final push led him to an open corridor in which he covered his eyes, letting them resist the bright change in light from the dark underground halls he had been traveling though for the past hour. As his eyes adjusted he investigated the room and noticed a rather large table laid out with many foods. He also noticed a few people, a few teens, that seemed to perhaps around his age. He could tell by the names and number of chairs they would soon be joined by more. He clenched his jaw and moved forward, keeping his eyes down. The last thing he wanted was to start off giving someone a "wrong look" or something.

As he approached the chairs he noticed names on them all of them. He looked around for his name "Aydon Carrige" He cringed, his name seemed so dark to him, as if it was corrupt. He looked over his shoulder back to the door he had entered and quickly sat.