Gorik looked around a bit, occasionally glancing toward some of the food. Part of him felt hungry, but he didn't want to eat. He continued to watch the demonstrations as they went on, but constantly looked around as well, remaining very aware of his surroundings. After several of them were done, a dwarf woman stopped close to him, and began speaking. It caused him to become very tense for a moment, but her words gave a very slight comfort, and he just nodded slightly as she went toward the stage.

A short while later, Gorik noticed that many people seemed to be reacting unpleasantly as the psychomancy teacher appeared to be giving her demonstration. Gorik wondered why nothing seemed to be happening to him, but had no complaints about it being the case, just making sure to keep an eye on everyone in case something happened.

As the events continued, an angry woman came toward the front, apparently to kill the psychomancy teacher, which made Gorik realise that his worries were much more necessary than he thought they might have been. No one had any obvious reason to go after him, but he also knew that could easily change, especially with the amount of alcohol in the room.

Finally after a while, everything seemed to be done. Gorik had already begun to move toward the exit as he got the sense that it was finishing, Uicle’s words proving him right as he mentioned how the students should get to their rooms. The golems were quite strange, but Gorik felt more trust toward them than most of the students for some reason, likely something to with them not being made of flesh. He moved toward one of them, and spoke nervously, “I am G-Gorik. Gorik Zornoth. I’d like t-to go to m-my room. P-please.” He said, almost pleading, wanting to leave before too many others came around. 

His breathing became heavy as he looked around before following the golem, arriving in his room before anyone else, but unsure of who else might be with him. He looked all around the room, wanting to see if there was anything noticeably out of place, or suspicious, and eventually laid down on a bed, tired, but not close at all to sleep due to his mind racing wildly about everything that had happened, and could happen. It was all so strange, and very scary in many ways.

Everyone here had powers of some sort, some of them, mostly the teachers, incredibly skilled with them. Gorik knew they could likely kill him very easily if they wished to. They could do nearly anything they wanted to, and he had little reason to trust them other than being told to listen to them by the foreas who had brought him there.

He continued to just think in the bed, constantly moving around, not able to find a position that remained comfortable for long enough. Everything worried him. This was all new. Some of it was pleasant in its own way. He could have had more food, or more to drink, and maybe the bed wouldn’t be so uncomfortable if his mind wasn’t racing, but it was, and it was causing him to break into a sweat despite having no blankets on him at the moment.

After several minutes, he slowly grabbed one of the blankets, and held it close to him, finding some comfort in it. He could hear the steps of others walking through the halls, some being very loud with talking, and such as well. It was very scary in its own way, and yet the moments of silence were too. Nothing seemed right, but he didn’t know what he could do, or where he could go, slowly getting out of the bed as his nervous energy overwhelmed him, and he began pacing around the room, hoping to find some kind of answer.

Shortly after, he heard a golem just outside his door say something about arriving at the right room, and Gorik rushed back into the bed, deciding to pretend to be asleep to avoid any contact with whoever it was, listening as much as he could, just in case they tried something. He occasionally opened his eyes when he could tell they weren’t looking, constantly glancing until they seemed to fall asleep.

After a short while more, he slowly, and quietly got out of his bed again, starting to pace around the room once again, but making sure to be quiet now. Realising it only made him far more nervous to need to be so quiet, he slowly walked toward the door, opening it as quietly as he could, walking out into the hallway, looking around frantically before sitting on the floor with his back to the wall in a corner spot that he hoped no one would find him in. He looked around once more before moving his legs closer to himself, and wrapping his arms tightly around them, his head facing down for the moment, trying to remain aware of the noise, but his thoughts continuing to take more, and more of his attention.

Once he finally realised he wasn’t under any threat as he sat alone in the hallway, tears began to form. Everything still felt so scary, even if nothing bad was happening at this moment. His mind began to wander back toward the past, everything that had happened before feeling so much nicer, and safer than this in his mind. He began sniffling slightly as the tears continued to flow, but did his best to stay quiet, feeling more alone than he had in a long time. He knew no one, and didn't know if he could really even trust anyone. His body became very tense as he continued to think, squeezing his legs very tightly, feeling his whole body shaking.

After several hours, his tiredness forced him toward some degree of calmness. He could see out the corner of his sight through a window, and morning seemed to be coming. He crawled closer to the window a few steps, then just laid down on the floor, his body worn out from all the stress, practically collapsing because of it, the floor feeling far more comfortable than it normally would. His mind stopped wandering for a moment, and that was all he needed to finally fall asleep, not that it was likely to last very long.