Trystan awoke, shaking his head as he stretched in his bed. Sitting up, he rubbed his eyes, needing some coffee. He made his way out of his room after getting dressed, and wandered to the lounge, pouring himself a cup of coffee. He looked around, his ears flicking this way and that nervously. His roommate strangely disappeared, something that made him nervous. Now, he kept two knives with him at all times, concealed within the folds of his somewhat baggy clothes. As he sat in the lounge, trying not to be noticed as he started reading a book.