[b][color=fff79a][h3][center]Berke Bayamaar[/center][/h3][/color][/b]

Berke was eager to fill his plate up quick, though not for the sake of a meal. While he could be a big eater when he wanted to be, Berke was more concerned about sitting down and having a good chat with his new buddy Azerus. He didn't want to keep him waiting too long, so he didn't want to take too long choosing a meal. At the end, it was a fairly simple collection of meats and starchy fruits and vegetables. He always needed to keep his protein up. However, it was not a happy moment that awaited him upon finishing his task, but a dismaying one. It seemed that Azerus had been jostled by somebody else this time. But the worst part was that Azerus reacted with aggression, shoving back at his jostler with much force.

Placing his food down, Berke moved closer to the hostile pair. [color=fff79a]"Whoah, friends! Let's not have a fight on the first day of our attendance, shall we?"[/color] He spoke clearly, but ultimately meekly. Berke had never had the heart to get in the middle of two quarrelers, and had usually left it up to others to keep people in line. All he really knew how to do was ask politely for them to stop.  He could only hope that would be enough.

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