[b]Character Name:[/b] Brandon Argyle
[b]Time of Day:[/b] Early Morning
[b]Location:[/b] Dormitory
[b]Interacting with:[/b] [@Stitches] [@ShwiggityShwah]

Coming here had been an eye-opening experience for Brandon, that was for sure. He had taken for granted how many small tasks he had done for him back home. Patricians often had many employed servants running too and fro making their lives easier, but here Brandon could only rely on himself to get around. It wasn't exactly difficult to lug around all the small bits and bobs he needed for the lessons, but it was certainly tedious. It gave him a sense of appreciation for what everyone did for him. As much as he hated to admit, Amelia was absolutely right. The patricians were all born with silver spoons in their mouths, and they were all found floundering when bereft of their wealth and prestige. He would have to remember when he got home not to let himself get too comfortable, lest he end up the same entitled lordling he had been before he had thought to come here.

He was on the way back from a lesson when he heard a ruckus from the direction of his dormitory. He was one of the last of a line of people to come running to see the source of the commotion. When he took in the scene at hand, he couldn't have been more floored. Someone had simply blown open the door to the dormitory. [b]"By the six-segmented stone of Stanor..."[/b] Brandon muttered to himself as he looked upon the battered door in horror. He had never seen such utter vandalism back home, merely having heard gossip from the commons about the odd Dwarf who went mad and broke something. The casual attitude to one's surroundings demonstrated by these outlanders always shocked and astounded Brandon. The culprit was quickly ascertained by virtue of the victim of Tiana's motherly lecture. The ignoble ingrate had the gall to continue answering back to his superior even when the evidence of his wrongdoing lay plain before all.

Stomping into the room, Brandon leveled a steely gaze at Marius. [b]"Madame, please tell me we're having this vexatious vagabond strung up by his pinky toes and pilloried before the population of the Guild?"[/b] He asked of Tiana. He had his doubts his punishment would be so severe, nor that they would indulge such a specific Dwarven method of punishment. He did at least hope that they were about to discuss some method of punishment, for such an act of brazen brigandry warranted a harsh correction.