Guy had woken up long ago, but in shame lay there, hoping he would be as dead as he looked. He realized what he did was irrational, and he wanted to apologize, but he was terrible with words and with all those girls around him he knew nothing good would come of it. When water splashed his face he jumped up and walked to were the bath house was, but confused on how it worked ran away back to the tree. His stomach growled, he was starving. He knew well that the banquet would have food, but for obvious reasons he dare not go as he ripped some bark of and began chewing on it. He remembered what orienstien, or what ever third called him, said about his pitifulness, and believe it. He had never had any really formal training and was the loser of the match. Guy sighed as he put on his plaid jacket, now covered in foot prints, He never liked people who wore flashy armor but something about the man he fought mad him feel, nice like he had a friend. Guy made his mind up then in there, he would apologize, No matter how weird or awkward it was. He would do it this night, when no one would be around to fluster him.