It had been another night of accomplishing nothing for Ranulf. He'd intended to explore the outer corridors of the Institute but, instead, had fallen asleep to the sounds of people scuffling through the hallways. With his advanced hearing, Ranulf could make out what they were saying most of the time... shushed whispers and fearful mutterings. He had closed his eyes for just a moment and had apparently fallen under whichever spell the "Head Doctor" had put on this place... the next thing he knew, Nurse Flo was leading him to the mess hall for breakfast.

The laguz loaded his plate with "scrambled" eggs (he particularly liked them in this form) and "pigs in a blanket", although the meat smelled nothing like pork. After surveying the mess hall and finding nobody he knew, Ranulf was directed by his nurse to take a seat across from a young beorc woman. Noticing the leaflet of papers, he assumed she was the type of person that liked to collect information for future reference, much like the tasks he'd carry out for King Caineghis. Perhaps she knew more about this place than others. Once Flo had left, he decided to attempt conversation.

"Well, it seems that we're being subjected to socialize." he said, letting out a small chuckle. "My name is Ranulf, what's yours?"