[Sam is not quite sure as to why he had been called on, his mind racing to figure out if he had done anything that would landed him in the room. Nothing comes to mind expect maybe... finishing his training and gaining a spirit, but that was under the Mage Council's jurisdiction wasn't it?
The stickiness on the chair doesn't help with his nervousness, his nose wrinkling as it reminds him too much of the demon spiders back at Suledin Keep. That and it made him stick to the chair whenever he tried to shift around and get comfortable, which didn't seem to be happening since it was uneven, regardless of moving it a few inches here and there - and making his hands stick to the chair at those times.
At least he has Fortitude to communicate with, and eventually just using the wobbling of the chair as a way to fidget.]
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The stickiness on the chair doesn't help with his nervousness, his nose wrinkling as it reminds him too much of the demon spiders back at Suledin Keep. That and it made him stick to the chair whenever he tried to shift around and get comfortable, which didn't seem to be happening since it was uneven, regardless of moving it a few inches here and there - and making his hands stick to the chair at those times.
At least he has Fortitude to communicate with, and eventually just using the wobbling of the chair as a way to fidget.]