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Sammuel and Tarisa

"Ooooh, Cedric, just the Nobleman I was looking for!" Tarisa practically sung as she too bowed towards Cedric, rather gracefully. She was rather fond of Cedric, because they both were rather alike, after all. And what was that saying? Some of the roughest first meetings turned into the best of friendships? She honestly couldn't remember at the moment, nor could she really bother to care. She was politely quiet while he spoke, nodding her head softly, her long locks of hair not even moving out of place as she does so.

"While I would just love to get something to eat at the moment, I have a bit more of a pressing matter. Sam here has been rather mean today and is in need of some punishment! I thought I would offer you the honors! I just got my nails done yesterday and I don't want to ruin such an expensive manicure on a toy." As she says this she glances down towards her nails and then back up towards Cedric and then to Ethan who stood near her. "And its alright, dog-boy. I would love to see you mop the floor with him sometime too, though."

Sam barely lifted his head enough to catch sight of Ethan's small greeting, but he did not have time to return one. Instead, he managed the slightest nod of his head before he raised his head finally.

"Sam, move over here." Tarisa pointed blatantly for him to move in front of Ethan, probably so that he was in better range for Cedric and Ethan.

"But.... if you don't want too," She tilts her head to the side a bit, "I guess I could have him throw himself down some stairs or something again. But it gets boring when he just keeps getting back up, you know."

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Ken Winwroc - Courtyard of Saint Valerius

"Doubtful." Ken said, looking towards Jon as he stated something about Cedric acting like a gentleman. "But... hopeful. Always hopeful." He sighs, tilting his head slightly while still looking at Jon, a slightly worried look now upon his face. With other nobles, Ken would not dare so such emotion in front of, at least not to this extent, but Jon was different. Always had been, even when they had first met all those years ago. A pang of guilt suddenly hit him though from having brought on such a look on his friends face, he did not like to see such a look on Jon's face... ever. Nor Nolan or anyone else, for that matter.

"If you are truly strongly against it I will try to avoid it the best I can, maybe convince him we wont be doing anything today. I just... its easier to have him in sight than waiting in the dark, ya' know?" For once, Ken's voice cracked slightly and the word 'ya' was thrown in carelessly, but not from puberty and Ken was definitely not raised on a farm. He was bad at viewing people as 'bad', even if he knew it in his mind and heart that they were no good. Even talking about someone badly was... slightly difficult for him. He didn't like doing it and it bothered him. Lightly Ken moved a hand to lightly rub over where the scar would be upon his right leg, unconsciously. These were probably the only signs Ken was nervous or worried, and rubbing over the scar on his leg was only something recent.

"I'll try to avoid it." And that was all Ken managed out as he stuffed his phone into his pocket, leaning over to rest his head against Nolan's shoulder. It was a bit hard to tell what Ken might have been nervous about, there was not a great deal that could make him nervous.

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Sammuel Trunt / Tarisa Bell

"Alright, listen carefully because I am not going to the commoners rooms. You are to find your brightest most obnoxious shirt, jacket, shoes, socks, and pants. Call me once you find them and text me a picture. A good one. If you cannot get a good picture, you are to stand outside of my room until I exit. Now hurry up, you are stalling!" With that, Sam quickly started to hasten his pace as he began to pass Tarisa.

"Wait, no, stop! Bring my bags and books with me to my room, I don't want to carry them." And Sam stopped dead in his tracks and allowed Tarisa to catch up to him with her small, light strides. As she passed him, he quickly followed behind her, lightly nodding his head.

"Good. And now that I think about it, I want you to wear those bright purple and pink glasses I got you last week. I know you can't see a thing with them on but they will match with whatever I pick out. Maybe I can put some bows in your hair! I should have left it long, I liked braiding it... but they got really mad when I dyed it that obscene shade of green!" Tarisa was so far wrapped up in her own little world of chattering away at the utterly silent Sam that she failed to notice a few other students rushing down the hallway from the Noble's wing. She slammed directly into them, causing her to spin and land flat on her ass with a loud yelp. They merely laughed and continued on their way while Tarisa merely sat on the floor, wide-eyed.

Sam wished the wide-eyed look had lasted. While she had brought herself into a better mood just a few moments ago, the scowl was instantly back on her face. She did not bother trying to hide her true feelings with her Knight, because no matter how she acted, unless she gave him an order, he wouldn't do anything unless she was seriously wounded or in danger.

"Sammuel C. Trunt!" The young, long black-haired girl started in a screech. The tone that caused people to flinch or to back away, Sam stood still, just holding her books and bag as he had been instructed. He stared down at her with his grey-eyed gaze, nothing to read on his face. "On your knees, this instant!" She snarled.

Without skipping a breath, Sam quickly lifted a hand up and tugged off his glasses from his face, stuffing them into the front pocket of his coat while he dropped down to one knee a short distance away from his noble, who was now pushing herself onto her feet with much irritation. Her motions were jerky, her hands were shaking, even her face was a bit red with embarrassment. As she got to her feet she dusted off her uniform and then turned to Sam. Sam, who now had his head bent while he rested upon his knees while still holding onto the four books in his grasps and her bag.

"Left cheek or right?" She asks, tilting her head a bit as a rather dark shadow falls over her face. "Or maybe I should find Cedric! He always seems to like punishment games, I am sure Ethan will have some fun, too. Actually, yes, I like that idea. Get on your feet, we are going to find Cedric!" She proclaims, bouncing right back into a good mood as she turns down into the Noble's hallway. Sam merely pushes himself up off of the ground and quickly follows after her, keeping his head lowered.

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Ken Winwroc - Courtyard of Saint Valerius

Ken was relatively quiet while his phone buzzed in his hand, he looked towards Jon and his 'complaining' about having suggested to invite Cedric. Ken too would have liked to not have even though about such a thing, but Ken also knew better than to leave someone out of something. It had been that fact alone that he had even suggested Tarisa to join them. A soft sigh escapes him as he lightly shakes his head.

"You said Networking. People we know, their knights, to let Cyrus meet them. We know him and Ethan. We know Tarisa and Sam." Ken stops talking for a few seconds, turning his gaze to watch as Nolan plopped down onto the ground with his back towards him. Frowning slightly, Ken suddenly wiggles about, moving a bit closer to his Knight, to the point that his knee was lightly brushing against the others back. But as soon as that was done, he turned his attention back to Jon. "And you said what they don't teach us in this school. That means having to learn to deal with and work around the people that you do not like. And in truth, it will lessen the chances they will just appear and attack. I'd rather Cyrus be surrounded by people he can at least trust while meeting him."

"And as for Cedric, Cyrus... He is as bad as others speak of him. He likes to pick pointless fights, with other nobles and their knights. But he is not truly as bad as he likes to act, he does have his good points, too. A very bored person, if anything. Its just... mmm." Ken glances down towards his phone for a second before tapping the screen once and shoving the phone back into his jacket pocket. He quickly looks back up towards Cyrus, smiling a bit. He appeared to want to say more about what he was going on about Cedric, but he ends up clenching his jaw for a few moments instead before speaking again. "Meet him yourself and then make your own opinion. You shouldn't judge someone by the words of another, even if they are true later."

A faint smile forms onto his face as he slowly looks away from Cyrus and Jon. Ken meant well, obviously, he always did, especially when it came to other people, even if he did not really like them. He knew everyone had potential to be a valuable asset, even someone he did not like. "Also. Tarisa said her and Sam will go... Also told Sam to bring an extra shirt so we can avoid previous incidents." Ken suddenly stops doing everything for a few seconds as his eyes go wide, quickly pulling his phone out of his pocket once again before tapping away furiously at the screen.

"And I better tell her not for a few more hours. Would a shame if she tried to go to town early and somehow missed us and by the time she got back we were already gone. A real shame."

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Tarisa Bell / Sammuel Trunt - Main Hallway near Library

With her phone going off again, Tarisa promptly stopped and stared down at her phone. Her cheerful mood suddenly seemed to have vanished in that near instant as she spun around to face her Knight, who had stopped in union with her. Her stunningly beautiful face was drawn in a rather bitter appearance as she stares up Sammuel and then down towards her phone.

"It is not for at least two more hours." Sam merely looks down at her, hardly blinking from behind his thin black rimmed glasses.

"Did your message say that?" Sam did not vocalize a reply, he merely shook his head 'no'. Though the answer did not seem to calm the young 'princess' any. Her frown deepens. "He knows better than to text me twenty minutes before."

Without any warning, Tarisa lifts a hand up and grabs a handful of Sam's short, light-red hair. She gives the countless strands a good tug, digging her rather sharp nails into his scalp, without Sam even making a peep of complain. But just as fast as she had grabbed the hair she released it.

"He is just going to love your cloths this time." And those were the last words she spit out at Sam before spinning back around and continuing down the hall. Sam in question did not retaliate in any way, he even still held on to her bag and books as if his life depended on it. He knew better than to show her that the small tug had hurt in the slightest. If he showed it hurt, when she was in this mood, she would only make it hurt more. Not that he would complain about it, or cry. There had been Noble's who had treated their Knight's worse, he knew.

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Ken Winwroc - Courtyard of Saint Valerius

He wasn't sure why he had gotten the least bit angry at having to invite Tarisa, Jon seemed to have already thought of something in his stead and that worked out perfectly fine for Ken. As long as she was distracted, it would be alright. A bit of a smirk returned to his face as he quickly shoved his phone back into his face and began to tap away wildly at the screen. He had three people he was willing to text. First on the list... Sam.

"Sam. Heading to town with a few others, bring an extra shirt."

A simple message, if not a bit more commanding than his usual tone. But you had to with Sam, otherwise he'd show up in whatever Tarisa had him dress in. And in all honesty, Ken did not feel like seeing the emotionless Knight in a bright neon pink jacket with green pants and shoes to match... not again. Ken suddenly shakes his head a bit, laughing softly at the memory. It had been the first time Ken had met him, too. But Ken had learned to move around Tarisa like this... if she was as distracted as he hoped, Sam could dress normally for once. And though the guy never voiced his own opinion, he knew Sam would be a truly great Knight. With the right person. That was not Tarisa.

"It is a bit bad of me to say, but I would rather like to see Tarisa flustered by your roommate." He continued to tap at his phone screen, now sending a message to Tarisa. "And since it won't be until a bit later, I think I'll head to my room for a bit to see if Cedric is around and if him and Ethan want to go."

"Tarisa. Heading to town with a couple of people, want to join? Annie might be there. Dont dress Sam funny, please."

Sent. And almost on que, as if Ken's idea to invite Sam and Tarisa was a terribly bad idea, his phone slips from his hands and promptly clonks him directly on the nose. A small yip escapes him, mainly from shock. But he quickly sits up and straightens his back, grabbing his phone to wait for the replies.

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Sammuel Trunt / Tarisa Bell - Library

Ding-Ding-Ding

"Let me see your phone! Let me see it!" Tarisa demanded as she held out her thin, delicate seeming hands towards the tall figure that sat across the table from her. It took only a few seconds but the old seeming phone was place in her hands and the young woman giggled happy. But before she could open the flip-phone to read the message her own phone began to buzz. Carelessly she tossed the phone onto the table and she pulled out her own phone.

"Kenny sent me a text. He wants to go on a group date! A date! Sam, bag, books. We are going. I gotta' pick out your cloths!" Tarisa jolted up from her chair as she started to walk off rather quickly. But Sam had done this for a very long time. Before the words 'we are going' was out of her mouth, he already had her bag slung over his shoulder, four different books in his other arm, and even grabbed and flipped open his phone to read the message he had gotten quickly before shoving the phone back into his suit pocket. He followed after her, right on her heels like a well trained dog while they exited the library, tapping away on her phone to reply to Ken.

"Kenny-boooooy. I'll be there. Sam will be dressed fabulously, as usual."

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Ken Winwroc // Courtyard at Saint Valerius

"Cyrus here-" Ken watched as Jon reached a hand over and messed with Cyrus' hair. "-Doesn't know many of the Knights too well." And then he watched while he pulled out his cellphone and continued to talk.

Ken was very quiet while he listened to Jon speak, his full attention drawn to the well worded plot of his friend. He had heard countless handfuls of ideas from him before, and Ken honestly felt that the wording got a bit better each time, not that he would admit it openly unless asked. But he could almost laugh about how easily he was drawn in merely by the excitement his friend was showing. And like he thought, though he had been tired before, he felt somewhat revitalized by such enthusiasm from someone else. Though it did not show greatly on his face, which currently held slight discomfort. But not from what he was listening too, having canted his neck in such a way for a few moments too long easily became uncomfortable when you were use to sitting straight enough that you could balance a pile of books perfectly on the top of your head without fear of them falling to the ground.

Quickly Ken raises his head up, straightening out his back happily as the all too familiar soft smile returns to his features, still listening quite intently. His attention was not even drawn as a group of people made their way back into the building. Or well, he was aware they were there, but he was not going to give them his attention unless called upon. He knew Nolan was watching vigilantly, as he usually did, especially since the incident with his leg. Even though Ken himself had brushed it off as a minor problem, despite now having a rather sizable scar across the side of his right thigh, he knew Nolan wasn't going to forget about it.

"It's networking, networking. Me, and you, then we get some of the other people we know that are in the same situation, head into town and build some relationships for the future. Then they'd bring their Knights, and we get the best protection money can pay for! We build future business partners, Cyrus gets to get used to everybody, we get back before the last train stops. everybody wins!"

"It'd be later tonight, so we'd have time to prepare before we go and have some fun with the last part of our little break!"

A bit of a laugh suddenly escaped Ken as he leaned his head back for a few moments, suddenly grinning. One that actually reached his eyes for once. With that, he quickly pulls out his cellphone from his jacket pocket, tapping the screen as he starts to speak. "I like your idea. I wish you had come up with it earlier this morning though before I left, I already spent quite a bit of time talking with quite a few people within the town. But I am sure they'll be excited to see me again, with more friends. I'll gladly introduce you to those I met and we can go around and meet with a few of the ones that I missed. I'll call Sam to see if he wants to go. Maybe Tarisa." Ken narrows his eyes for a few seconds before his features darkened a bit. "Maybe." But the darkness quickly vanished from his face as the smile was back in a flash, he did not even bother to mention the work he still had to finish before their break was over.

It was not often darkness shadowed over Ken's face, but Tarisa was someone he could not stand. The girl acted as if the world was wrapped around her finger and treated everyone like a slave, and if she did not get her way, she cried and pulled the innocent act. It only made him feel terrible for Sammuel, who was her Knight. But most people did not like to refer to Sam as her Knight, if anything, he was more of a punching bag for her bad temper.

Much unlike his usual conduct at school, Ken suddenly threw his hands in the air and flopped backwards with a loud huff before glancing towards Nolan, and then towards Cyrus, and then finally towards Jon. "What are the chances that if I just invite Sam that Tarisa will show up?"

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Ken Winwroc // Courtyard of Saint Valerius

Only a small bit of relief hit Ken as Jon and Cyrus both accepted his apology. Jon's he was less worried about than Cyrus', as he knew his dear friend would not care that greatly about half an hour, especially on such a day like today. But his Knight's was another story, entirely. Though he knew that sort of thing was what he expected, it bothered him still, the huge emotional distance that Cyrus was putting between himself and everyone else, even Jon. And even though Cyrus had accepted the apology, it felt horrendously fake. Having grown up around high class politicians and world leaders of the economy, he knew fake well. Slight panic struck Ken as he looked at Cyrus with an unintentionally worried look.

"Well of course, what if something had happened to you and we were out of our reach to help?" The words slipped out rather easily, with genuine care on a nearly delicate sounding tone. But just as fast as it had been said, since Cyrus had not said more to his apology, he turned his attention back to Jon. And there was his sly grin slowly changing to one more innocent seeming... A soft laugh suddenly escaped Ken before he moved over slowly and plopped down in place where the other young man was patting on the grass. He crossed his legs and shove his hands into the large jacket pockets as he grinned softly towards one of his dear friends.

"Something exciting, hrm? I'm all ears." Ken nods towards Jon, slowly removing one hand from his pocket before resting an elbow upon his right knee. Quickly he then leans forward, resting his head against his hand, leaving him hunched over while he stared at Jon and Cyrus with look of complete interest. He did toss a quick glance towards Nolan, one that held only a small bit of tiredness, before he looked back to Jon. He knew Nolan would find himself a good spot to stand, or maybe even one to sit, he didn't have to worry about that. He sort of figured that him leaning against his hand like this though would indicate to Nolan that yes, he was in fact tired, but no longer willing to go rest as he wanted.

Especially now that Jon had suggested something exciting with that look he had that made people believe he was innocent, even if he wasn't. And Ken really could not complain about it, as long as he had that smile, Ken would simply believe him, no matter the story he told. Buuuut he had a feeling Jon already knew that. And probably Nolan and everyone else, too.

The Awakened (Open)

Hide would slowly turn his attention away from the feline and back to the chatter about the vampires. He clutches onto his cup of orange juice for a few moments before tossing his head back and downing the remains of the pulpy juice. He lightly shakes his head, now just holding onto the cup while he listens to them for. Everyone seemed so strongly in favor of just going in to kill them. He wanted to argue against them, he really did, but they were all right... they needed to be stopped. "We need to figure out what we are going up against before we just rush in headfirst to slaughter. We need to find out what kind we are going against, if we run in prepared for one thing and not the other, we will end up being the ones being slaughtered." Quickly he changes his focus though from the topic, trying not to think too hard about how well this situation could go for him. While he could deal with vampires easier than most, if things got to bad and he had to use his mark, he might as well sign his own death warrant.

"...Can I pet that?" Hide asks simply, looking at the girl and her pet tiger. He couldn't quite help himself now, especially since she said the creature was safe. And though he did not know her, if she could take the large feline out through the city without any problems, he was going to trust her that the feline was 'safe'. He might have been dead serious a few moments before, but now there was a large smile on his face, giving him a rather child-like appearance now that he had more color on his face after having finished his orange juice. "I, uh, like cats." He looks at the tiger. "Of all kinds."

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Ken Winwroc // Courtyard of Saint Valerius

He knew better than to get off of the train first, or to get out of the car first, or to even enter a room first, at least if Nolan was not at his side. Rushing out of the train like that could have been fatal, but he had a good feeling that no one knew he had actually left today. He was supposed to be studying the entire last two weeks before school returned, mainly for his advanced classes and other studies 'requested' by his family. But he had taken many breaks, even if he had not left the school as often as he had hopped, studying was boring. Plus, he knew Nolan wasn't overly fond of sitting around for hours on end while he had his nose deep in books, papers, and computer screens.

Nolan made him feel safe though, at ease even when he was under threat of danger. And always, always, Nolan just seemed to make everything easier. That certain look that filled his eyes when he glanced his way, the light nudges, that laugh. And here he was, being somewhat rude by just walking off in such a way, even after hearing the words spoken. But maybe it was not rude, exactly... a bit spoiled, maybe? Because he knew Nolan would be there, even if he had taken off running.

"Ah, Cyrus! Jonathan!" Ken starts, waving towards them as he approached at a more steadied, dignified pace. He had given a faint smile to the girls near the gate with a light bow of his head, but he did not speak to them. He speeds up his pace a bit, to meet them just a bit quicker. A smile forms onto his face, before he begins to apologize.

"Please forgive my lateness, Jonathan. I was having an interesting discussion with the local icecream store owner... did you know he is going to be adding six new flavors next week? You should join us next time, even if you do not like icecream greatly. We could always go to another store after the icecream, though." And with that, Ken quickly turns his attention towards his new Knight, Cyrus. The smile is still on his face, but his squared shoulders slump slightly and his eyes take on a truly apologetic look.

"And to you as well, Cyrus. I am very sorry for having dragged you along with Nolan and myself today, when all I ended up doing was talking with everyone. It was, and is, still rather hot outside and I can imagine it was not very comfortable to be sitting outside most of the time either. Though I would like for you to join us next time we go to the town as well! Possibly we could do some shopping? For games, or cloths, or whatever you three would like." And that summed up what Ken thought about the whole 'Knight and Noble' relationship, much to the displeasure of his kin. Everyone was a person in his eyes, no one stood above the rest while they were on even grounds like this, and even when the ground was not even, Ken had no problems lowering his head to even it.

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Ken Winwroc // Exiting train - Train Platform at Saint Valerius

While it felt like it had only been a few seconds that Ken had his eyes closed, he grudgingly opened them, with a soft smile upon his lips. It was in that exact moment he realized that he truly was not ready to go back, the temptation of just staying on the train for another ride to the city and back smacked him upside the head like a bag of bricks. But with another nudge from Nolan, a soft sigh escapes him.

"Time is always up." He manages out with a bit of a chuckle, pushing up from the seat slowly, stretching a bit. He moves both of his hands to his hair, carefully pushing the blond locks away from his face for a couple of moments... before he suddenly starts to squish his cheeks together, making a fishy-face at Nolan. "I should see if Jonathan wants to come with us, the icecream parlor is going to be adding SIX new flavors sometime next week. Cyrus too, obviously. Maybe he will crack a smile this time, I felt a bit bad for having just dragged him along for me to go talk with people... But those kids really did like that icecream I got them."

A bit awkwardly he lowers his hands from squishing his cheeks, suddenly shaking his head rather roughly. It was almost as if he was trying to stop himself from being in too good of a mood, years of having it beaten into him, he knew no one really liked when people were too excited over something they did not care about. And none of the other nobles that Ken had much to do with would be as excited as he was about having bought a bunch of children icecream. Sucking in a sharp breath and slowly exhaling, he quickly exits the train.

Just from stepping off of the train, Ken had changed his stance greatly. Shoulders squared, head lifted, looking utterly refined even in his 'common' street wear. But now with his new stance, the clothing seemed painfully unfitting. An expensive suit or something else would have been much more fitting. A smile still managed to form onto his face as he turns to look towards Nolan, ever-so-slightly bowing his head. "I must apologize to Jonathan and Cyrus. Not only did I leave Cyrus alone to the point he managed to leave before us, we are also a bit late because I was talking needlessly. But I feel there is a lot of tension between them, something I am not sure if I can help remedy or not."

And with that, Ken starts to walk off towards the Courtyard, eyes set forward. Any trace of him having been tired before now gone.

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Ken Winwroc // Town (Berwick)

Its hot. Sticky. Forgot something. Tired.

The words practically floated around Ken's head at this point, in a small circular motion, taunting him as he leaned back into the train seat with a soft groan. It was hot outside, and even inside the air-conditioned train. It was a very short ride over and he was slightly irritated that Cyrus had slipped away and left without Nolan and himself. But at the same time he couldn't blame him, either. As usual, anytime Ken managed to slip into town without a goal set in mind, he ended up talking with everyone. The shop owners, managers, fellow shoppers, their children, even the rare few dogs that were around. And once he got talking with people, it was hard to get him to stop. If Nolan had not lightly nudged him along, he likely could have spent the rest of the afternoon chattering away with the local icecream store owner.

"Nolan, when we arrive, please tell me." Ken murmurs in a soft, rather sultry voice. Slowly he lifts a hand to lightly rub at the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes as he visibly relaxes, at least for the moment. He never truly seemed to relax, at least not in front of friends or anyone else. But it was alright with Nolan. He could let his guard down and retreat into his head for a few precious moments of internal peace, he did not have to be himself for a short while. When relaxing and letting his guard down, even in the slightest, Ken was fairly defenseless. He hardly heard anything, barely felt the bounce of the train, nor the rather welcomed chill of the high-powered AC that kept the insides of the metal construction decently cool compared to the blazing heat outside.

He wasn't fully sure if he was ready to return to the school, but he knew Jonathan was waiting for them, now along with Cyrus. Already his mind was whirling with the apology he was going to have to give them both, especially Cyrus. His previous minor irritation was already gone and now he merely felt like he had wasted the young Knight's time, and as he had been raised... time was important and should not be wasted. From there though, Ken's thoughts sort of drifted off to the events of the day.