When the evening came, Adrien went back to his room - carrying the stationery set and the kaleidohedron in one hand, and the viper staff in the other. He placed the first two on his desk; then he sat on the side of his bed, looking at the staff that he held in his hands - the tigerseyes shimmered together with the fire of the torches. He breathed out; he lowered his head. His eyes eventually lost focus.