Aryn gave a small wave to Vergil as he walked back to his seat. Aryn turned back to face forward and return to his notepad, heading right back to where he left off.<br/><br/>These are the ages<br/>When life burns out<br/>The days fortold long ago<br/>of devestation, of drought<br/><br/>He contemplated his notation for a few moments before closing this notepad, putting it away and pulling out a different one. This one had the notes from the day before.