Joan found herself silently cursing as she sat within the room full of young squires, the empathy she used as sight was muddled now that there were so many feelings within the room. She attempted to make sense of it all but that was a tall order in itself. It took around an hour for this event to finish, and by the end, she sat there alone, unable to see for quite some time. The way she saw this was phenomenal, but was often trumped by mere presence of other people. The squire sighed, before she felt a tap on her shoulder. "Who goes there?"