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[Farvardin Wyman | Table 4]

Farvardin had only arrived to town moments before finding the banquet and getting ushered to a table. She was still reeling from it all and having finally found a town that she sat there a little dumbfounded. After seeing her table mates start eating did she realize there was food and tons of it.

She quickly got a plate and heaped it high with food: potatoes, some rolls, meat (lots of that), some green stuff that she didn't know what it was, cheese, and gravy over all of it. She sat back down and set her bow against the back of her chair. "Nice to meet ya all. I'm Farvardin. I never realized that a festival like this could be so big. Kinda makes me glad I got lost on my way to Chlorba to celebrate there with my brother and a friend of the family. Hm... where is this anyways?" She said before finally eating some. She had lost the group she was traveling with and ended up way out here. It was a good thing she had her bow with her so she could trade her hunting skills for some rides. Otherwise she would have been out there wandering around trying to find her way and ultimately miss the festival.

Hearing what Alec said made her perk up. "Did you say games?! What kind of games do they have? Man. I hope I don't miss anything....." She trailed off thinking that she didn't want to miss any games due to not finding them.

[Cyril Lor ll Table 3]

After listening to Lenore's words Cyril let up a smirk. Maybe the girl wasn't as melancholy as he thought as he saw her defusing the moment.

He glared back at Shun who was raising his brow at him. "That look..." monologing in his mind. "Something up?" He said to Shun.

[Alec Scott | Table 4]

He had finished eating as he spoke, taking a pause to chew with his mouth closed of course. When he was finally done he wiped off his hands on a napkin, leaning back on his chair again in consideration. "Sure, I'll show you around..I wandered around already and scouted out the place. So I have a good feel of whats where." He leaned forward, explaining a few of the games he'd seen, attempting to get a feel for which sounded best...as he hadn't the faintest clue what any of the other 3 might like.

"I have to make deliveries all over the place so no worries." He offered her an easy going smile waving his hand some dismissive of her feeling embarrassed. A lot of people didn't know there way around town especially when they were isolated to their small communities.

[ Danny Fitz | Table 1 ]

Danny was, as with most things, very very late. She'd been distracted by a vendor attempting to sell her a new invention, despite the fact that she neither needed nor wanted it.

She gave a wave to Shun, but the lady at the front quickly ushered her to her table, where quite a few people had already gathered. Only one she'd seen thus far- the one called Preacher.

"Hey guys! Sup!" she said casually, picking up a plate to grab some food. "We can just eat like ... all of this, right?" Regardless of what anyone answered, Danny had already begun piling her plate high with as much steak and potatoes as it could fit.

Oh, okay. So everyone was pulling stolen food out of their clothes to show it off. Wonderful. And had that Adalwolfa girl just pulled an entire loaf of bread out of her dirty skirt? Yes. Yes she had. Axel cast a despairing glance around at the other tables, wondering if everyone at the feast was just there to steal as much as they could.

He didn't particularly care about the Wallists or the glory of the walls or whatever it was they were supposed to be celebrating, but this was just depressing and embarrassing. That Preacher kid was the worst one. If Axel was a more violent person, he would have been tempted to give the kid a good thump. But he wasn't one to pick on someone smaller and younger than himself.

Fighting the urge to snap at everyone, Axel decided to answer Adalwolfa's question about their hometowns. "I'm from here. Shiganshina." Being from Shiganshina was no excuse to be a thief.

He nodded to Danny when she took a seat at the table. "Yeah. You can eat whatever you want."

He tried to resist the temptation. Couldn't. "If you need extra I'm pretty sure Adalwolfa here's got a loaf of bread stuffed up her skirt, and Preacher is making apple sauce in his shirt."

[[ Jarrell White | Table 4 ]]

Jarrell listened with silence and ate slowly as the others at his table talked. It wasn't that he had no input, but that he already couldn't care for the company. Alec seemed alright but the carelessness of the talkative girl didn't quite agree with him. Still, you wouldn't know it to see him and as Jarrell wiped his mouth on a napkin he put on a satisfied smile, showing a sliver of white teeth.

"Mmm.." It had been good. He had to admit they'd gone all out for this festival. The dark skinned man leaned back and crossed his hands over his stomach. "So you are from here Alec?"

He realized the other girl hadn't given her name and gave her a charming smile as bribery. "Miss Mountain Town... what's your name?"

((Preacher || Table 1 ))

Preacher looked up as Danny approached. "Ah," she said through a mouthful of food. Swallowing, she continued. "the girl from the no money booth. The highfive prize, the handtouch queen. Who's watchin' your booth?" She bite. another mouthful of bread off and chewed. It was coarse and grainy and immensely filling. Preacher washed it down with a gulp of water. It honestly felt weird in her mouth, not sediment-filled or murky. Weird. It felt cloying and she swallowed with difficulty.

Distracted, she chuckled at Adal's words. "S'ok to call me whatever, really. S'not like I''ve got a real name anyway. Preacher is uh... somethin' thrust upon me, you could say. " No parents to name her, the gang called her Preacher because she kept hanging out with Pastor Hoen. He was a Wallist, yes, but he had a kind streak miles wide. She wondered if he was a part of this festival. Rolling her shoulders, she hissed softly. The bruise from two days ago was swollen and probably an ugly shade. Preacher's eyes widened in shock at her next words and the mention of passing out. "I sure hope you''re joking. I ain't carrying you lot iffin you passed out. I got guns, but I'm not Hercules."

Golden eyes flashed to Axel. He was defnitely good, good at pissing her right off. "Applesauce?" Her mouth twisted into an odd expression: somewhere between a smirk and a snarl. If she met him in a dark alleyway, she vowed she'd pelt him with apples until he cried 'peace'. OR something worse. The mental image caused an odd light to gleam in her eyes. Abruptly, she dropped her spoon with a clatter and poked one bony finger at her side. "Y'know, Axel, once you reach a certain stage of d'privation, the hollows that form between your ribs? Those hollows actually get deeper and become pockets. So when us kids from the slums shove things in our shirts, we got specialized bits so nothin' gets smushed." She harumphed. "Applesauce, my a**." Idly, she picked up the spoon and spun it deftly between her fingers. Preacher wondered if Axel would actually believe such a whopper. Well, telling lies was better than hitting people, she reasoned.