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Riley held up her hands to her face, and analyzed the soft, untouched skin. "I don't think so. I feel.. soft. Untouched. Untested. I will likely be the first to die on the field of battle. Perhaps my use was to be the body that takes the spear before yours, or another knights. Some must die so that all may life, isn't that true?" That was a purpose. It was a possibility. But the more she thought about it, the sadder she became.

"I suppose time will tell. At least we have nothing holding us back. That is the reason we've lost our memories, I'd guess." She smiled, and almost looked up at Sammy's face - almost. Before she could make the mistake of meeting her eyes, her dark skin flushed and she ducked her head down again. "We are unattached to this world. The perfect servant for the king."

She heard a soft greeting and turned her head, her breath catching in surprise. She hadn't realized someone else had sat down with them - she'd become so engrossed in the conversation that it had consumed her. Jason's awkward smile was met with an equally awkward duck of her head, as her eyes fought to look away. "Hello." She barely whispered, hoping beyond hope that Sammy would take the initiative for conversation where she could not.

He'd only paid mind to sitting down a little out of the way, and had Yuki actually realized how uncomfortable Riley was in the presence of others he most likely would have politely asked if he could sit nearby. As it was, he just barely glimpsed that slight tilt of her head in his direction from the corner of his eye. It was enough - unfortunately, perhaps - to have him looking toward her as the fleeting glance moved away from him just as quickly.

He took note of her lack of food or drink, curious moreso than anything. "Are you going to eat?" Yuki asked softly, unsure if she'd look back toward him or grant him a response if she did. Surely if she'd come to this hall of all places, she'd been hungry?

Yuki looked just past Riley, to the woman sitting near her opposite side, and offered a small smile in friendly but wordless gesture. Perhaps they were friends. It made Yuki wonder how many here had managed to arrive with others for company.

A close voice drew his attention away just then, as he looked across the table to Jason. "Hello," he replied in a soft and seemingly careful tone. Timid a voice as he'd used, Yuki wasn't sure if he was afraid of the crowd or the general presence of others. He smiled anyway, hoping to put the man at least slightly at ease.

[enter - chris]

Food was basic survival, and Chris was gravitated towards it. There would be time for training and strategizing later. Unfortunately, when he found the banquet hall, he found it lacking.

Except, a plate of rolls.

He watched that plate of rolls, waiting for the best opportunity to take them, but then they were snatched away in front of him.

"Sorry blondie," he said, quickly grabbing the other end of the plate before the redhead could take it. "But I saw these first."

[ enter ]

There was plenty of food to be eaten, as far as Thackery was concerned. There was good company. Everyone seemed friendly enough, especially to share a meal with.

But it was not the food that he was hungrily staring at.

With his chin propped up in both hands, eyelids heavy with absolute infatuation, his eyes were fixated solely upon Mordred. He didn't seem to be blinking, but he was certainly beginning to drool just a little bit.

Seeing the girl appear just as timid as himself felt weird to him, though in a way it made him feel more relaxed as he wasn't the only one here who felt overwhelmed and just a little out of place with such nobility. Plus it didn't help that he couldn't remember a thing about his past.

But he did overhear her words about being the first causality. "A-ah, t-thats not true!" He exclaimed in some horror. "Don't say such things...I m-mean, I'm sure we'd get some formal training b-before we would have to fight anything.." At least thats what he was telling himself as it wasn't like he was a master swordsman or anything.

And then her friend was talking to him as well, awkward pause included. "My names Jason Kenneth, I'm glad to meet you all." He said, then paused when wine was brought up. "I'm...n-not sure if we should be drinking at a time like this..." He didn't want to be drunk when the fighting started, but then it would ease his nerves wouldn't it?

Cautiously he poured himself a small glass and took a sip. It didn't taste very strong. "Would you like one?" He offered to Yuki.

It was already getting ridiculous in the hall and loud no less that had Damien curling further around his pint of mead. But he was feeling just as peckish and refused to look at the girl forcing the plates of Mashed root vegetables down her gullet with a look of what he imagined as pleasure.

It made him want to convulse dramatically and force up every ounce of the mead.

But the plate of rolls was in high contention between a spattering of apprentices. It was a prime target, with their hands on the plate and eyes glaring daggers at one another. It took naught but amoment to slip his hand over and knick one from the center and a bite of the hardened pastry between his lips. "Keep your eyes on the prize, as it were." he stated with another emphasis of a bite into the leavened bread.

[ Enters Xanther - Banquet Room ]

"I deserve a nice drink after waiting in that line." Xanther felt the hot air against his face and was disgusted with what he saw. Shortage of food and a funeral-like surrounding with a hint of fighting for food. Oh and alcohol. There should be more drinks in here! This is so depressing! Xanther strode inside the banquet room, feeling lucky enough to get a seat and snatching the last cup. Yep if lady luck stayed by his side, he could definitely get used to this. He thought as he slurped down his first drink and put one hand on the back of his head and lazily attempted to take some food.