Zack at morning to the Bugle Call of reveille in the Predawn light and sat up in the bunk in the barrack running through his morning routine as he had done since day one in the Ylisse military and spent the morning running with the recruits. He returned to the barracks and slip on his armor and equipment as he touched the steel lance he was hit by a brief feeling of sadness and joy as the events of the previous day flooded back and the loss of the lance and the feeling of excitement during combat that he was so familiar with, and the questioning long into the night by Falcon Knight Alexandra and his cronies ruining his plan of drinking into the knight. He shook his head expelling the feeling and slid the Lance onto he harness before heading to the mess hall and get a serving of toasted bread and a gray gravy with what he hoped was meat and with the assistance of two tall cups of water he devoured it. Zack over heard some guard speaking of the carnage and death they had found when they went with the Commander to the dojo, Zack grabbed the plate and dropped them into a dish collection pile before departing towards the main gate. Zack left with the noon patrol into the city from the festival need for extra security, he left the patrol group after a couple of blocks walking into the festivals main street looking for something interesting to do.