[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=F2541F]Atkin Bowman[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[/center][hr][center][color=F2541F][b]Location:[/b][/color] Palace[/center][hr]
Take Atkin's stance for example. He was visibly irritated. Although in an ostensibly neutral expression, there was a  tenseness in his jaw, like he was clenching his teeth and all the muscles in the upper half of his face seemed to be ever so slightly scrunched up, about 20% of the way to a furrowed brow. He had his arms crossed firmly in front of his chest, effectively blocking himself off from any errant small talk. And although his feet were wide apart, indicating confidence or stubbornness, they rarely stayed in place.

He didn't like this situation. Not one bit. Getting ditched and left alone with this... guy. Cuyler if he heard correctly. Atkin looked over the guy, sizing him up. He was tall, dwarfing the apprentice by a good 7 inches, and definitely built as far as his upper body went. Maybe he was some kind of dock worker? No, the guys that worked there had legs like logs, what with all the heavy shit they had to carry around onto and off of boats of all shapes and sizes. But assuming he was any good with his fists, Atkin guessed the guy would clobber him in a fair fight. The more surprising thing to him was how young his fellow dumpee was. By his guess, Bryon was probably a few years older. And he didn't have Magykal eyes either, so how he knew Arya was beyond him.

When asked if he was always sidelined, Atkin merely looked at him, but didn't answer. Yeah, he wasn't just going to hang around here with this guy for the next hour. It was bad enough when he expected to be hanging around Arya and Rowland the whole time, but getting babysat by this schlub who seemed content to just sit like some dog at the palace's doorstep? Nah.

Without warning, the ExtraOrdinary Apprentice turned away from Cuyler and headed inside the Palace proper. He had no idea what he was going to do here or where exactly he'd be going, but anywhere would be better than sitting tight outside. As long as he remained cognizant of the time, and the activity of those walking the halls, he was confident he'd be able to make it to an appropriate place before the Coronation actually began. Not like it'd be a big mystery on where it'd actually take place. Perhaps he'd run into some foreign diplomats. They'd be interesting to talk to, and in his dress robes they may even give him the time of day.