The plot thickened as Azrael realizes he truly was eavesdropping on a private conversation. He grew flustered and felt rather guilty for breaking the privacy of people he'd thought to make friends of. The boy looked to and fro for an organic way of escape, but he could see none now that the group had thickened. More and more students had begun to talk and gather in the more open areas of the hall such as this one. Azrael would have to bull his way through the crowd and that would bring attention to himself. These two seemed very sensitive to moods and his would be like being caught red-handed stealing an egg from the nest. Azrael would have to calm himself before making his exit, but that meant possibly over hearing something he shouldn't be privy to. [i]"I wonder who is Ephilates and what Aura Manipulation is? It seems both are secrets that Apollo wants kept. And just like Agatha, I intend to keep it that way."[/i] Azrael promised silently. He'd have to come clean about his discovery, but now was not the best of times.

Taking a few steadying breaths, he felt as if he was finally ready to make his way towards one of the walls perhaps. The collecting body heat was starting to wear on Azrael's nerves and he saw two students engaged in conversation, both with sword hilts on their waists. Perhaps they heard lore of the Metal Spirit's blade and they could help Az? With such flimsy logic, he decided it was good enough and politely pushed and excused himself through the crowd until he came abreast of the two and slumped against the wall. One was Sol, the other Kieran, if the boy remembered correctly. He sighed in relief as the air was notably cooler here.