Glaive wished he could see what was going on with his friends after he left him, but being a neeru it was impossible to see anything other than shoes, discarded trash, and chair legs. He couldn't even make out any familiar voices over the muddled conversations of those around him.<br/>"Being four inches tall is such a wretched height." Glaive said to himself. He thought he might as well make use of this free time he had though. So he scurried into the shadow of one of the tables and looked inside of his knapsack for anything that could help him out in case he did meet Wacko once more.<br/>"Ugh, there's nothing here but a pearl, a cottonball, a shred of paper, a nail, and a thumbtack. Maybe I should go scrounge around for more stuff around here."