Much to him trying his best to avoid it on a constant time frame, 6 found himself surrounded by a cacophony of voices, each one clamoring for attention. His darted about as he stood amidst the throng, his expression one of quiet contemplation tinged with a hint of unease. Despite his natural leadership abilities, he couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the relentless chatter that filled the room.

As the conversation swirled around him, he attempted to politely interject, his voice drowned out by the fervent debates and discussions taking place. "Excuse me," he began, his tone calm yet firm, but his words fell on deaf ears as the other Arcanists continued to talk over him, their attention focused elsewhere. Undeterred, 6 tried once more to make his voice heard, only to be met with the same disregard. Feeling a growing sense of frustration, he cast his gaze around the chamber, searching for a means of escape from the overwhelming noise. Yet, despite his best efforts, he found himself hemmed in on all sides, the walls of the arcane pocket dimension offering no solace from the relentless din.

Desperate to regain control of the situation, 6 took a deep breath, steeling himself against the rising tide of anxiety threatening to overwhelm him. With a subtle shift in his posture, he attempted to assert his presence once more, his blue eyes flashing with determination as he squared his shoulders and prepared to make one final attempt to break through the wall of noise.

"Please—" he implored, his voice carrying a note of urgency now, "You must settle down... It's too loud in here." His words hung in the air, a plea for reason amidst the chaos, as he waited for the other Arcanists to acknowledge his presence and listen to his counsel, yet nothing was given back. He sighed, his hands fiddling with his hair in discomfort. "... Need to find a way out."