Beatrix
Beatrix didn't mind the seat he chose, she could pick the advantages of seeing everyone from the corner seat, and certainly didn't protest the stew he'd ordered for her. He hadn't asked, but it didn't matter. She was hungry and chilled enough to eat anything warm.
When it arrived, she ate in silence, listening to the chatter around them. No doubt people would be talking about them, and she'd rather be on top of any gossip if that was possible. Not that gossip would be bad, but they had an Academy to promote, to run. The wrong type of gossip would bring the wrong sort of people to train with them.
When it arrived, she ate in silence, listening to the chatter around them. No doubt people would be talking about them, and she'd rather be on top of any gossip if that was possible. Not that gossip would be bad, but they had an Academy to promote, to run. The wrong type of gossip would bring the wrong sort of people to train with them.
Let's see how long you'll last, puppet.