You enter the large dining hall. From the looks of it, students are just as much on the menu as the regular cafeteria fare. You line up, taking a tray, uncertain of what to do. You hold Failiel's hand tightly, dragging her. She coughs.

"Wrong line, newbie."

You find her snarkiness amusing considering how much power you had over her just outside in the hallway. You're more interesting in exploring the smells and tastes of this place. You see a group of people, some naked or half dressed, by a large booth in a corner of the dining hall. You drag your lunch over to there.

A large, fat and cheery chef, with a red face and thin brown hair sticking out a jaunty white cap smiles at you.

"You're a bit late. For you're hot lunch I can get you a sandwhich kit or the chili bowl. We're almost out of food over here."