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Kieran spat and woke up, he quickly sobered up in the cold water and returned to his usual disposition, a frown upon his face, and nothing on his mind. Without even a hello Kieran spat out an order [i][color=f26522]"I'm gonna need you to clean up the armory, and I'm not asking, I'm telling."[/color][/i] He stood up and held his head, he'd bumped it quite a few times while stumbling through the halls.

As he walked past Freya he turned to her and frowned even more. [color=f26522][i]"And tell the others to stop putting my stuff in the back corner.[/i][/color] He looked around for a second before coming closer to Freya and saying softly [color=f26522][i]"If anyone bothers you, as always, you know who to call."[/i][/color] And with that he was off.

Kieran walked into the kitchen silently, he sat down at his table, which had his food upon it, no one had eaten it as usual, that kid who tried to left the guild and hasn't been seen since. Kieran picked up his bread and scarfed it down. It was at this moment that he realized how quiet the place was, and how everyone was staring at him, him entering a room seemed to do that. Kieran ignored it and moved on to drinking his water. He drank it incredibly quickly. After he was finished, he pulled out his sketchbook and began drawing. As he did, an audible sigh was heard across the room. He looked over his work, 100 pages of drawings of his mother, and not one of them looked right. He sighed. [i]Maybe this time it will turn out as I wanted.[/i]