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[color=888383]Location:[/color] Feast Hall of the Slain
[color=888383]Skills:[/color] N/A[/center]
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Lara stepped off the elevator and then sighed a bit as she looked around and did not see Klara nor Arnora at that moment of time. She frowned a bit at that as she had wanted to see her friends, but well maybe she would go sit with her fellow floor mates and enjoy talking with them over dinner. She did look up and spotted that there were Valkyries there, which wasn't uncommon, but one of them seemed excited for some reason, a huge grin plastered on her face. Lara had to wonder if that meant that someone new would be joining them.

Lara still remembered her own feast with clarity, even though that had been nearly eighty Midgard years ago... It would be eighty soon, that she knew. It had been over seventy years and each year that passed it just hurt a little less. Meeting others like her had helped, and even meeting her father the one time had helped her. 

She shifted a bit as she tried to look around for the new face, wanting to greet and welcome them. She would happily invite them to live on her floor if they did not have a room yet.