Syrrus
Wishful bard
Entering the library, soaked to the bone Syrrus didn't look like he was in the best of mods, in fact he looked damn right angry. Something that didn't happen often, no one had in fact seen him like that before. He was indeed furious. Mainly because he had spent half the night fighting with Tabatha about something she had found to be boring trivia, he had then returned home to his place and manly as one can be: cried the rest of the night, hence his blood shot eyes and dark rings beneath them.
Something else seemed off as well, he was carrying the violin case in his back but it looked strangely distorted. Turning around she shouted through the corridor, after Tabatha's high pitched scream about his lack of respect. "I said; shut up you impertinent wench of a woman!" Even when insulting someone from the top of his lunges, with anger spewing out of his ears Syrrus managed to sound awfully Victorian.
The young man slammed the door shut behind him turned and didn't even bother to apologize for his loudness, he was quite now after all. Moving away, quickly from the door he sat down at a table in the corner, near the radiator to try and get some heat through is ice cold body. Placing the cage on the table.
Something else seemed off as well, he was carrying the violin case in his back but it looked strangely distorted. Turning around she shouted through the corridor, after Tabatha's high pitched scream about his lack of respect. "I said; shut up you impertinent wench of a woman!" Even when insulting someone from the top of his lunges, with anger spewing out of his ears Syrrus managed to sound awfully Victorian.
The young man slammed the door shut behind him turned and didn't even bother to apologize for his loudness, he was quite now after all. Moving away, quickly from the door he sat down at a table in the corner, near the radiator to try and get some heat through is ice cold body. Placing the cage on the table.