Erden was in a state of annoyance. For being a such large young man, it was always the small things that bothered him. The staring, the muttered whispers, and most of all, being chided for his ignorance. Like he was some kind of fool. No. He gritted his teeth. Erden is no one's fool. It was simply that this place was strange and made no sense. People rushing by, always rushing and hurrying. Hallways that led to anywhere, indoor beaches. It was simply a confounding idea. And confounding ideas made Erden's head hurt.
What's more, is that he couldn't get a solid read upon the earth. The tiled floors of the hallway blocked the senses that he had honed back home. They felt foreign beneath his feet. Or, at least that was how he felt earlier. Now the tiled floor were speaking to him the way the earth would. They seemed to speaking with a different accent than common ground. Which was unnerving. Erden wondered to himself if he would have preferred the floors to not speak to him instead. But, they would take him where he needed to go. Which was somewhere quiet. Luckily, his feet obliged and he found himself in the section where the men's dorms were. He had not yet unpacked, so he set about that task first.
Erden could not say how he knew which room was his, but he assumed the first room he came upon was his room because the tiled floors told him so. At the very least, it was unoccupied, which cheered Erden. Leaving the door open, he set about unpacking what little belongings he had brought with him.