Eric walked in his cabin, seeing his brothers and sisters being occupied. He wasn't the guy who did the first step to talk to anybody, so he walked across the cabin to his bunk, it was messy like always. Dirty clothes laying around, torn books on his bed, notes everywhere. He was a mess but he didn't care, he didn't like to study anyway so he didn't take good care of his book. But his weapons always were neat and shining, he took better care of them than of himself.
He sat down on his bed and observed his siblings.