Dining Hall
Coming from the other rooms, the Dining Hall seems a little dimmer, Which it is. Positioned throughout the room are about a dozen tables suited for up to eight people each. It is far more than the Hall needs, but it is always nice to be safe than sorry. A table is set up off to the side. On it is a collection of cooled juices and fruits which are kept fresh from the nearby Orchards. With the constant state of furor created by recent events there few drudges not busy elsewhere, So please serve and clean up after yourself. A fire burns merrily along the west wall, and overstuffed, cushioned couches and chairs have been placed in front of it.
OOC: Couple of neat features: 'menu' gets you the meal of the hour. 'listfood' gets you the meal categories and the codes on how to look at all the foods served under each category.
On the perch are Loyal, Buster, and Bruin.
You see Kiwi-Blueberry Tart Tray, Fireplace, small crystal vases, Garden Basket, and Tapestry here.
Cress and Tegwin are here.

Tegwin is about five feet and seven inches and with hidden muscles. Her eyes can be an icy steel-blue color which changes can vary all the way to a deep emerald green, the color darkens at the center of her iris' and fades into paler shades. Dark brown hair that is easily mistaken for jet black is cut too short, matted, and is never combed out, not even on special occasions. A medium tan skin, like milky klah with a deep scar on her high left shoulder which is able to be seen from behind. If you're lucky enough to look closer, you'll be able to see shallower scars along the rest of her back.
Light orange-tan wherhide breeches, dark weather-worn leather boots, and short stockings cover her well built legs. While a dusty, white, linen blouse and midnight blue, cotton vest cover her torso and arms. She wears an old black, slighty muddy near the ground, cape constantly and rarely /ever/ takes it off. If with her, Bo clings to her left shoulder or wraps himself lightly arond her neck. Perched on Tegwin's shoulder is Artemis. Perched on Tegwin's shoulder is Apollo.
Tegwin wears the knot of a StarCraft Apprentice.
Tegwin is 16 Turns, 9 months, and 3 days old.

Standing at only 5'5 this man's size is not impressive. He has blond, short hair and his gray eyes sparkle with a friendly light. His muscles are hardened and he has a scar running along the right side of his neck. His most obvious feature is a missing piece of his right little finger.
His legs are covered by coal-coloured trousers, which are well worn and patched in many placed. A broad leather belt keeps the trousers from falling down around his ankles. A darkgreen shirt covers his upper body, also showing signs of beeing old, having rips along a number of seams. His dark boots, which come up to the ankles, are scuffed but are well-polished with a shine. Cress' Pack hangs heavily from Cress's shoulder.
Red and silver in a double cord and single loop appoints him as apprentice to the Star Craft.
Cress is 18 Turns, 5 months, and 2 days old.

Right hand coming up to the scar on his neck, Cress explains, "well, same thing that happened to my finger," he says showing her the missing piece of his right little finger. "I got into a fight."

Linora wanders in, oblivious to anything she might be interrupting, a quick glance taking in the layout of the unfamiliar hall. With a shrug she walks over to the side table and pours a cup of fruit juice.

You notice Cress looking at you.

Tegwin cocks her head to get a better view of the finger. "Fight? That's pretty general. You're getting skimpy now. That's not fair, talkative first and semi-silent next." She's got scars of her own, but those are considerably different than Cress'.

Cress shrugs, "sorry, it's just that I've /just/ told the story not long ago.. But, okay. What happened was; I got into a fight with my cousin over some dumb knife. And he cut me here," forefinger trace the scar on the neck as he talks, "and then he more or less hacked of a piece of my little finger.." A smile comes over his face, for having to tell that story twice in one day. A story that no-one had been told before.

Linora half drains her cup in one long sip, then refills it and helps herself to a nice looking piece of fruit, sparing a glance to the couple across the hall before taking a seat on the other side of the room.

Tegwin nods and smiles. "Good story. I've got several stories of my own, but I have a hard time demonstrating the scars." She drifts off slightly recallign what happened and thinking on what it would look and feel like to have your finger cut off. *snap* "I forgot the question I was going to ask you? Oh yeah...bleed much? Seems like it should have."

"Well, yeah, it did. Luckily we were at a Hold when it happened, so it wasen't far from a Healer," Cress says with a smile. He can think about the story without pain now. "Otherwise I'm afraid to think what might have happened..."

With a crunch and a dribble of juice, Linora bites into the ripe fruit, glancing now and again at the couple across the room, but picking up only about every third word. Not that she's /trying/ to eavesdrop, but did someone say blood...?

"Dun-dun-dun...." Teg grins and bursts out into full laughter. "Sorry*gasp*sorry. I had to do that. Kind of an inside joke." She's still kinda giggling now, but its getting better. "Your turn. Time to ask me a question. Its only fair."

"Okay," Cress says starting with the obvious, usual question to ask strangers, "where'd you come from. I mean before coming here. You said you'd been at 'Reaches. Is that where you came from originally?"

Linora tunes out and concentrates on her snack... no more gory details...

Tegwin shakes her head. "Nope. I was just there 'cause of my mentor. I was born...somewhere, I dunno. But I was a fosterling at Igen Hold till I turned 13 and ran away, or traveled about." There's more but we'll leave things in general for . " SHe looks at the sun. "Oh dear. I gotta run. I've got chores to do."

Linora drains her cup and sets it on the table in front of her, then rises, fruit in hand.... and goes back to the side table for a second piece. Good stuff...

Looking up as the stranger comes back to the side board, Cress smiles at her and nods a hello. "Hi, I'm Cress. Don't think I've seen you around before..."

Linora returns the smile, setting the fruit back on the table and sticking her hand out a bit stiffly in greeting. "Hi," she says. "Linora... and you haven't. I just arrived this morning."

"Ohh, wherefrom," Cress says, remembering what it's like to be new. Raising his glass to the girl as a greeting he asks "so, why'd you come here?" Too forward? Just say so and he'll clam up..

Linora grins and picks the fruit back up. "Ista," she says, coming a bit closer now. "Isn't Gar where the StarCrafthall is?"

Smiling, Cress nods, "It certainly is! I'm an apprentice there myself," he says, happy to meet another wanting to join the StarCrafters. "You're thinking about joining us in the Hall?"

Linora's face lights up. "You're an apprentice there?" She walks right over to his table now, fruit forgotten. "I'd like that more than anything!"

Cress nods, "well it's not that hard getting in.. At least it wasn't for me. All you need is a little interview with a Journeyman, and you're a probby..."

Linora thinks a moment, looking a little doubtful. "Is it like a test? 'cause I don't know anything 'bout Starcrafting or anything. Who's the journeyman? What if he don't like me?" Nerves, talking too much, too fast...

Cress leans across the table, shaking his head "Nah, it's not really a test. Just some question about /why/ you want to join the StarCraft, and maybe what your goals are with joining. But it depends on what Journeyman you talk to.. Most of them are rather nice though. So don't worry, they wont kill you.."

Linora grins a little lopsided grin. "Promise?"

"Promise, they're really not as bad as they might come off..." Cress says to the girl.

Linora chuckles a bit, looking sidelong at him. "You're the first person I've met from StarCraft," she says with a hint of suspicion in her voice. "You implying there's somethin' I oughtta know?"

Cress shrugs, "well, some of the Crafters /can/ be a bit strange. But don't let that scare you off, please, they're really very nice once you get to know them." A smile spreads across his face, "just take it as it comes and try not to get intimidated by the Journeymen...."

Linora's eyes widen a bit at that, but she grins. "It takes a lotta strange to scare /me/," she says, jabbing a thumb into her chest for emphasis. "But the journeymen... I'll take your word on that and hope for the best!"