Adrion didn't like this one bit. He was one of the youngest in the bars, which wasn't a problem in itself, but it quite obviously highlighted him out of the crowds--and that was not good. 

A bow and the quivers were stuck tightly to his back, his four small knifes attached to his sides and the insides, and even a smoke bomb for a quick escape, yet the tinniest sense of comfort in them was rock-bottoms. This area was too small, its tightness and bitter smell of piss closed in on Adrion, making him even more nervous than he was. Never good in buildings he was, always gotta stay moving, looking, searching. 

Many firearms, that was for one. Surprisingly a huge amount of young people, which stuck Adrion as odd. Bars were for old men and soldiers, yet most of what he saw here were a bunch of fragile looking things. Tougher than him probably, yet still fragile all the same. He could easily spot most of the new comers, as all of them, [i]all of us[/i], stuck out like a rotten thumb. The question on every sane persons mind however, was whether they were allies or enemies. 

Adrion hoped for allies, he never had much of those. Enemies on the other hand, he has had more than his fill of. He was indeed trained in short combat, but he was only trained against a [i]single[/i] combatant, not a possibility of 10. The light would probably be green or purple, as red would go against the purpose of this gathering. [i]Except if this was another one of Master's tests.[/i]

Adrion stood vigilant in the cold corner, his senses taking in all there was in to take in without them being a hindrance; the weapons, the bodies, the faces, the clothes, that pretty woman over there, all equally important. [i]Especially [/i]the least harmless and cute ones. [i]Yes of course...It's the cute ones. Always the cute ones. Gotta keep an eye on them![/i]