The Falcon, which apparently was named Anne, flew off and landed on the windowsill once again. Apparently not content until the recruits do as they were bid. Roland stared at the note, his right eyebrow twitching as he let the parchment fall from his grasp. From there the young man took a deep, calming breath......"ALRIGHT!" The boy exclaimed loudly. "What are we waiting for? Let's get dressed and go to the courtyard!" That being said the boy dashed to the trunk at the foot of his bed, gathered some clothes and dashed out of the room.