Artirian would be sitting on a stair that was heading up to the 3rd floor. He was looking at the hallway as for every cadet that crosses. He was also clasping his hands and would just stare in the open. Some of the cadets would look at him but they would still be afraid when Artirian stared back at them.
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Aritirin POV
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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ATTENTION CADET! YOUR OFFICER IS TAKING TO YOU!