He walked into his room, closed the door and flopped onto his bed. Trism was gone, sent home. Fiyero was well fed, and Geoffrey was probably also well-fed. And he was in his room, pondering the thought of what he was going to do tomorrow that didn't involve class or coming back to his room. He was also wondering about what Amber had been upset over, what people seemed to think about Trism and himself, and... well, what might air on the radio tonight, considering. Mostly, though, he was missing... read more
