Maxime had just finished dinner and was ready to call it a night when he decided to pass through the cold Dungeons on his way back to his dorms. The Dungeons were a comfortable place for him. Cold, wet and often carried the slightest scent of the kitchens despite the distance between them. Today however, he found himself walking through the Dungeons in silence. The added sounds of the droplets from a distance was a nice touch as it helped him focus on pretty much nothing. 

The French student sat himself on an empty crate as he took in a deep breath and out again.