Nor rushed to get out of the auditorium as soon as the speech had finished, the press of bodies causing his anxiety to skyrocket the entire time, assuming this may be what drowning felt like to everyone else , unsure if his shortness of breath came from the unfimiliar situation, or just the humidity of,the mask he wore now, the rather uncomfortable accessory a seemingly long term piece of his wardrobe for the time being. He'd have to fiddle with it some, see if he couldn't get a better ventilation system going. Regardless he was still thankful for the item, unusual fashion choices seemed to be the norm for the eccentric who chose this life. He could probably get by without too much fuss.
He shifted the immense mace like weapon that was latched to his back to a more comfortable position, looking around a bit cluelessly at the surrounding area trying to get his bearings of the place. With a frustrated sigh that sounded much closer to a growl through the the mask, he shuffled through his belongings before pulling out a rather faded looking pamphlet, something his father had found gathering dust in the compound. It was basically a guide to Beacon, a small map on the back giving the layout of the of the school to any would be visitors. He quickly noted, however , that much like anything else that didn't pertain to salvage operations, the pamphlet seemed rather outdated, probably some debris from an employer from god knows how long ago. Evidence to the fact being that the arrival point was on the docks of the school by boat, an entrance to the school that hadn't been used in nearing a decade, and the fact that there were only 5 buildings in display. Frustrated, Nor flung the offending piece of paper in the air with little care, trying to figure out what they were supposed to be doing for now, stumbling as a decked out, pint sized mash of colors nearly knocked his legs from under him.
