Jester was amused by the fact he was thought of as a hero, all of the people around thought him to be the same as them. They couldn't have been more wrong, he found himself among his enemies and tried to blend in, acting like they would, kind, caring, and helpful. Captain, the woman seemingly in charge had told them to go to the training room, however Jester had decided to snoop around first. He walked slowly through the darkened halls, finding nothing but empty rooms and dead ends. Eventually he became bored and decided to head to the training area, he emerged into a room with rough stone walls, thin mats laid out on the floor, and work-out equipment. There was a single man in the room, he wore nothing but his pants, Jester walked past him to a steel door and twisted the knob; locked. With a sigh Jester lay down on the training mat and closed his eyes.