Arthur rolled onto his back and massaged his aching muscles. His nose was hurt as well but it didn't compare to the pain radiating through his biceps, calves and thighs…
'I thought that damned thing was a simulation,' Arthur cursed the Sorting test as he forced himself up. He staggered a bit before he found his balance.
Taking one more look at the vandalised room, he sighed and entered the bathroom to perform his morning ablutions.
He then packed his bag and dressed in his uniform. The Barthlorn uniform was a perfect fit, comprising a white green-collared shirt, a green sweater and navy blue trousers.
He found a few spare green cloaks in the closet but chose to leave them behind before packing the 'Age of Phoenixes' and walking out of his room with a leather bag slung over one shoulder.