Talon sat at the large table, staring blankly behind his mask at the faecs scattered in front of him like bird seed. He would never eat or show his face in front of strangers, not this lot anyway. He had observed everyone from a dark, shadowy corner during the introduction. His teachers were all the same. His head teacher was as motherly as ever, even talking down Ornstein to a point. Ornstein was as stern as ever, even scolding new students for fighting sloppily. He had always respected that man more than feared, the opposite was for the survival teacher. Well not feared as much more of he thought he would cut him during survival class. Still, the things Talon had seen on his travels had frightened him much more than his years at the school had ever. Well so far at least. Nevertheless, Talon opened a small pouch on his belt and grabbed a few loaves of bread and chicken before stuffing them into the pouch and clipping it shut. He hoped he hadn't looked to strange doing that, the only person who'd probably know why was his fourth year classmate, Isaac. What made it more awkward was the fact that he was sitting next to a very hungry dragon who seemed to be spilling food on the side of Talon's armour. He didn't mind much, it was easy clean anyway.

Ornstein looked around the dining hall and the table. A few recognized faces scattered around the table and a few fresh ones. He always hated the banquet, he didn't like eating much. Nevertheless he took a small piece of pork from the table, opened his helmets mouthpiece ever so slightly before quickly putting it in his mouth and clamping the mouth piece shut. He sat cross armed after that.