Sometimes days were just messy. A recruit would mess up or some unexpected accident would happen, well, this time the mess had started early and came in the form of an angry bird wreaking havoc in the room at the early hours of the morning. It was something new, at least. Barely opening his eyes and shifting his body around to stare at the bird shredding curtains that were neither his nor close to his own bed, Cyrus decided that, yes, he could do like he usually did and proceed to categorically ignore the mild nuisance. It wasn't that he wanted to keep sleeping, it was more a matter of principle, he'd get up of his own damn will and not because a bird happened to be making a mess. It was a bit harder to ignore what followed. Apparently the majority of the people he roomed with really hated birds, rude awakenings or both.

He decided he couldn't possibly ignore the mess anymore after an overeager colleague of his accidentally struck at his leg with his weapon, a polearm of some sort. The weapon bounced harmlessly off the decorated armor that had become Cyrus' hide, his raiment Soulforged, but chances were anyone else in the room would've had a decent wound to show for it. The kid that'd done it had barely even noticed that he'd hit something. Carefully pulling the now slashed covers off his body, he stroked his ever-forming beard for a while as he sat on the edge of the bed, shifting positions to avoid pillows and ill-advised attacks that might graze him. Finally, it looked like one of his room-mates, one Koren he believed, had the skills to catch a simple bird without resorting to swinging a weapon around like a drunkard. He was now asking what should be done with it.

"Don't know, don't care, not my problem. It was fun watching people make fools of themselves over a bird, might as well keep it in the sack until the owner shows up to laugh about the mess".