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Leslie Wallace || Table 2

After padding his plate with a modest amount of food (there were quite a few things offered that Leslie simply wouldn't eat), Leslie made his way to the table that had been pointed out to him when he'd first arrived. Compared to many others at the feast, his plate looked more than a little empty. It wasn't something that he gave much thought to - only a slight sense of pity for those who felt the need to squirrel away food that could be eaten later. He'd had breakfast before the festival, and dinner the night before. Leslie mentally shrugged, cleared his mind, and tucked into his food with a meticulousness that might be offputting to some. Each piece of meat was perfectly sliced into equal portions, and one food was not allowed to touch the other. It was the way he'd always been, and barring any major catastrophe, it was the way that Leslie would always be.

Paying no mind to those that milled about, Leslie focused only on the food on his plate - at least, he focused on the food on his plate until a bright-haired young lady introduced herself as Cecilia. Instead of answering immediately, Leslie glanced over at a young man that was also seated at the table. When he said his name was Saxen, Leslie merely placed his fork down on the table and took a moment to dab at his lips with his napkin.

"Leslie."

Once the single word was spoken in a low, even voice, Leslie picked his fork up once more and began eating again. Social obligations fulfilled for now, Leslie's attention went back to his food.

He hoped against hope that more conversation wouldn't follow. If it did, he might immediately regret taking part in the festivities. His mother had urged him to attend (little did he know she sometimes fretted over his lack of friends) and in truth that was the only reason Leslie was here.

Sebastian, or Bas, despite his rampant desire to earn more cherry pies or equal wages from his best friend, was not going to spend the entirety of his life tending to Elliot's booth. He had things to do! A feast to attend! Bas didn't even feel the least bit guilty about abandoning his friend, he had gone out of his way to begin with to help Elliot out. There were plenty of festivities he had missed because of it, and Bas simply wasn't willing to miss the actual feast. His family wasn't dirt poor, but they weren't so well off that Bas would pass on the opportunity to get free food. Actually, anyone who was crazy enough to pass up free food probably wasn't high up on Bas' list of people to associate with.

But, the moment he had walked in to attend the feast he was being herded like cattle towards a table. He'd have argued if it had been worth the effort, but it hadn't been. Besides, he saw his long await goal glistening on the table. Damn! A glazed cherry pie? It definitely was his lucky day! Bas sat down across from Axel, and quickly leaned over to grab the entire cherry pie and set it down in front of him. If anyone wanted some they could ask for it, and if they didn't ask he would assume they simply didn't want any. "Name's Bas," he introduced himself carelessly.

"Did you guys get herded here by the old hag too?" Bas could be nice, but the woman had been practically brutal in insuring that he went where she wanted him to go. He'd have to slip out sooner than he expected, if she was going to be around to harass him all evening. Besides, some members of his table didn't look like... upstanding members of society. Okay, so he wasn't the best himself but at least he was carrying himself with some dignity.

Axel favored Bas with a rather disgruntled look at the pie-theft, but ignored him. He didn't care if the guy wanted to make himself sick eating an entire pie, but the sheer rudeness of it rubbed him the wrong way. Bas didn't look like he was starving. None of them did, although they could all probably use a little extra.

With all the pilfering going on the feast was starting to feel less like a celebration and more like the Wallists had dumped a bunch of slop in a trough to feed the masses. It was a disturbing thought, one Axel didn't much care for. He had spent years working any manual labor gigs that came his way to help his mother and sister. He liked to believe in fairness and hard work. He didn't like seeing people hoarding free food like a pack of hungry rats.

He returned Preacher's raised brow. "There's enough here for everyone. No need to go stuffing your shirt with apples. Or stuffing your face with a whole pie," he added, shooting a look at Bas.

[ Levent Binci | Table 2 ]

Food. People. Levent Binci didn't need to be told twice where to sit. They directed him between Leslie and an empty seat soon to be occupied by Rüdiger. Aside from Smiles, the familiar girl who'd walked away with one of his pilfered cups, he couldn't put a name to any of the faces — and the one he did have was a moniker. At first glance, they didn't appear much the chatty bunch. After he'd plopped down, having the grace to keep a comfortable gap between himself and Leslie, a second look did nothing to nullify his assumptions.

"Sure is noisy over here," he quipped, scoping out the impressive variety of food. Quality over quantity? Not for this guy. He was grabbing as much of the bread-centric items as he could, though one at a time and always patiently. They'd go stale, but he could keep them edible longer than produce. Unlike Cecilia, he had no qualms with making himself a to-go bag and had no plans of asking permission. They'd just hand the leftovers out to the downtrodden anyway. He was saving them the effort.

He'd missed out on initial introductions, and rather than offer his name he fired off a question instead. "Anyone visiting from the other walls?"

Lenore was shown to her seat, and the first thing she noticed was the two people that nearly got into a fight at her booth earlier. She didn't recognize the other person. As she began to shovel food of differing types onto her plate, she offered Cyril and Shun a glance. "You two gonna continue your fight here? You kind of stopped at the booth."

[Anton Gottlieb - Table 3]

Anton was uncomfortable to say the least, but Andrea had dragged him to this banquet, he was still lugging around her bags. It wouldn't have been so bad if they hadn't been split up immediately upon entrance. He sighed, putting her bags beneath his chair, he wasn't allowed to go give them to her now, so hopefully she wouldn't need anything.

He finally peered across the table, at the strangers that surrounded them. He recognized them all, from that stupid fish booth, but knew nothing about any of them. The two men, from what the lady had said, seemed to like throwing punches, and honestly, Anton was not feeling in a fighting sort of mood. Especially since they could probably beat him to a pulp. He was good at fighting yes, but he hadn't really eaten in a few days, and they were much older it looked like. He turned to face the girl, giving her a polite smile, she seemed safer to interact with.

The sight of the food, all of that food, was about to make him salivate like a feral dog. He had to resist the urge to pile his plate high with every slice of meat in front of him. He carefully, grabbed a few rolls and a slice of meat, not wanting to look as hungry as he was. It was already bad enough he had made himself a charity case to Andrea, he didn't need anyone else's pity. And he wanted to make a good impression, he had heard one of the fighters had enrolled as a trainee earlier, and since that was his overall goal for the week, it would be best not to make the other hate him.

He cut a piece of roast beef and chewed it slowly, eyeing the group, curious as to how the men were going to react to a sarcastic girl's inquiry.

[Shun Kuroda - Table 3]

Shun had barely begun to start eating when the one girl at the table decided to speak up. She was the one running the fish booth, if he recalled. He was aware that Cyril was here as well, but didn't look towards the other young man. The fourth person, he had vaguely recalled seeing around earlier as well.

"I just want to eat," he uttered to the girl, not looking up at her or any of the others. Preferably he'd be able to do just that without having to really talk to the rest. Maybe they would just banter among themselves. With a shake of his head, he grabbed his fork and took his first bite. This tasted nothing like anything he had ever had before, and certainly not in a bad way. It tasted incredible, really.

[Cyril Lor ll Table 3]

Listening to Shun's simple words, Cyril let out a small grin. "Yeah, I came here to eat ." he said to the people at the table. Cyril was thinking with his head instead of his impulse considering the feast must have required much planning and there were bound to be guards stationed in town square. There were more reasons to avoid a fight than to start one at this moment he thought. Cyril turned to the girl. "Why? we're you planning to write a book about us?" he said jokingly hoping to break the tension.