*with no clear purpose, wanders slowly through Tirion as if in a daze; the shininess of the city only slightly dimmed by the dark blanket of night-time*
*casts his eyes left and right, absorbing his surroundings in only the most cursory of manners until his gaze rests on a sign*
LAST ALLIANCE SECURITY*stares fixedly at it for a long moment before finally approaching and raising his hand to knock tentatively*
Nothing *knocks a little harder and waits*
Still nothing *tries the handle*
Locked. . .
*with a sudden feeling of irrational desperation, begins to pick the lock*
[EDIT] *
storms back outside and walks quickly away from his father's office*
*finds himself in front of the library
(when he's calm enough to actually notice) and sinks down onto a stone wall, waiting for morning to come*
*eventually eschews that notion in favor of the pub next door and the numbness a drink
or six will bring*