Kriev - Refectory "Ugh... I'm going to grab another plate and head out..." He quietly self narrates, stretching. He puts his axe at his side, and leaves the gross empty treys on the table. He grabs his napsack, which is full of the gushy romances he loves so much. Uncharacteristic, I know, but it's his little secret. He walks over to Sliver and Canvas. "Another plate, if you can dish it." He gruffly says. He didn't care about whatever was going on here. He just wanted more food.