<div class="floatleft">(http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm18/midorikumo/3.jpg)</div>Given tumultuous events happening in the chapter house on a regular basis, Tristan wasn't the slightest bit put-off by the guys in the kitchen who were coming to an end of their sparring. It had been sprinkling out so the new arrival kicked off his shoes at the door and shook some of the wetness out of his brown hair..<br/><br/>He was listening to some pop music on his MP3 player and, so, he half-danced across the entryway and into the kitchen. "Hey guys!" he greeted the others in the area cheerfully, setting a bag of shiny red apples down on the table. "My boss gave me these from his trees in the greenhouse. Let me know what you think. "<br/><br/>He didn't really pay too much mind to the boys as he turned up his music and quietly beat-boxed and sang along while he made his way up to his own room:<br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><em>"Baby now that we're alone, got a request<br/>Would you make me number one on your playlist?<br/>Got your dirty headphones with the left side on<br/>Wanna scratch it back and forth, back and forth, uhuh"</em></span></div>