Albert
"Hey, you started it." *The man in front of her sized her up - The problem is, with how people are nowaday, one could never tell if this girl would demolish him or he would. He got a feeling it is likely to be the latter... Because this level of sass come from someone who don't know well about the depressing truth of this world.* 

"I'm an all around fighter, from the Tiai Khanate - I can teach about wearing horsemanship, archery, melee combat - I prefer to fight with a sword and board in general. If you want the fact about what I can teach you."

"It is still lunch break, forty minutes before it ends in fact. And I am hungry."
Monica
"What do you mean forty minutes left." *She was freezing out here. She could've sworn she came at the proposed time on the voucher. Why would they send people during the lunch period. A sigh passed through her lips, Looks like she'd have to wait a little longer then.* "Fine." *Was all she said before she turned around and walked towards the receptionist desk. Once inside she located the chair Sirdan used when she first entered. Celeana made the executive decision that it was now her chair, as she sat down upon it and crossed her left leg over the right.*
Albert
"You not getting some food?" *Sirdan asked as the recruit turned and walked away, and he stood there in the openi, rubbing his cheek as he wondered whether to follow this... Sassy girl.* 

"Well, you do whatever, I'll be at the canteen." 

*The chair Sirdan sat on was still quite warm, but the warmth would be quickly sapped away - the venue is insulated, but not very well-heated. The receptionist is in winter jacket.*
Monica
*Once again she started rubbing at her arms. Why was this place so cold, do they not make enough coin to keep this place warm at least? Gazing around the room and noticed there wasn't even a fireplace. At this point she even started rubbing her legs. She wouldn't have minded a bite to eat but she didn't have any coin to pay for a meal. They were already offering free lessons, it wouldn't look good to steal from them as well.*
*She got up 30-ish minutes later, there wasn't a way to really tell time so just just assumed. In a jog, she made her way back to the training field. The jog was simply to warm herself up some but the cold wasn't helping her attitude.*
Albert
*Sirdan went off to the canteen to grab some food, opting for a light, easily digestible meal of biscuits and a light amount of meat - since he expect to be exerting himself a lot this afternoon. He got himself some extra tea, and went back to the training field.* 

*The same clueless, rude as hell sassy elven girl stood there, rubbing her arms and clearly... Freezing.* 

"You didn't show up at the canteen. Are you freezing over here? Lunch break's about over and.." *He paused, wondering if the elf in front of him is in fact, broke. He wondered how to best put it..*,"I'll treat you to a stew before we start training, if you want."
Monica
"If you insist." *Was all she said as she made her way to the canteen, clearly not knowing where she was going. She had walked into a small room, the bathrooms, a storage closet, turn the wrong direction down a hallway. It was obvious that her frustration was now getting the best of her.* "Aren't you supposed to lead the way, Oh Instructor?" *Now shutting the door to what seemed to be a equipment storage room with wooden swords and arrows. Pressing her back against the door with her arms crossed in front of her. Gazing up at him as she waited to figure out where to go.*
Albert
*Sirdan's mouth opened agape, and he stopped one moment before he uttered,"What the fuck" At her, and he led her to the canteen herself,*"....You're a lively one." *He muttered as he led her to the canteen, where the crowd is already thinning out. There was a menu of food available - mostly local fare with rice and stew*,"Training's starting soon and you are the only one here, so we can take a longer lunch break - any food in particular you like? Perhaps stewed rissoto with beef belly?"

"And hot tea?"
Monica
"I'll give it a try, sounds warm enough at least." *She found a nearby table to sit at, her elbows finding their way onto the wooden surface. Placing her face into both palms as she signed. The feeling of anxiety, of being on edge has lasted for a few days now. Ever since she encountered 'Him' in the alleyway. She wasn't entirely sure what she wanted to use this training for. Revenge, protection? If they ever crossed paths again she needed to be ready.* "Thanks I guess." *It was a reluctant thank you, but it was something right? In an attempt to keep her mind off Shen, she thought about the foods she like.* "I like apples too." *Mainly because they're juicy and easy to steal, she thought to herself.*
Albert
"I will buy you some" *Sirdan mentioned as he walked over to the counter, wondering if he is once again, acting kind because the other person is attractive. What does this speak of him?*

*He ordered a risotto with beef belly, stewed in a creamy sauce with the beef belly lightly flavoured with black pepper, dry brined with salt for penetrating savoriness, and softened in a onion based broth. The belly were cut into bite sized pieces, and the portion rather large*

*He also got her two apples, and put it down on a tray, alongside a fresh cup of tea. The food were served with a spoon and fork. Metallic.*

"Here you go. I don't recognize your face, you new here?"
Monica
*Celeana lifted her head from her palms at the sound of food, her eyes lighting up. Even the spoon was a little fancy, she ever only ate with a wooden spoon before. She had already shoveled her mouth full of food when he asked the question. Looking up from her bowl before nodding, pausing, then shrugging. She wasn't 'new', she had to have been in the city for a couple of months now. She couldn't tell if the food was this delicious or she was that hungry. A part of her wished she could've slowed down to savour the first warm meal she has had in a long time.*

*Once she finished her bowl she moved it to the side. The feeling of being full felt strange to her, it felt cumbersome. On top of feeling sluggish she felt rather exhausted now. She wish she could sleep but recently when she closed her eyes she heard knocking. A male voice always followed after, always saying the same thing. *'Celeana'* She didn't remember much else from that night. She couldn't even remember how some the hair on the left had gone missing either.* 

"My name is Celeana Ashwood, I don't remember if I had introduced myself. Thank you for the meal."
Albert
*The elf sat down in front of her as she finished the food, pouring tea from the teapot into his cup, and turned around to wave and chat with passerbys, finding it too awkward to stare at her while she intensively focused on consuming the food. The food was indeed delicious, but hunger has a way of making everything even more savory.* 

*He looked at the elf, whose attitude seems to have calmed down a lot after the warm meal.* 

"Sirdan - I've lost my last name. It's nice to meet you." 

*He offered his hand to her.* 

"You look exhausted, do you wish to continue on with the lesson in a bit?"
Monica
*She placed her hand on top of his. How does someone even lose their last name, she wondered. Was he just not born with it or-. She supposed it wasn't her problem to deal with.*

"I think I'm fine to continue." 

*She wanted to get this over with before night fall, she didn't feel comfortable being alone at night anymore. Standing up from her chair and pushing it back underneath the table. Once again she tried to make her way back to the field and went the total wrong direction. It was a damn maze here. After opening the wrong door for a third time now.* 

"No, it's okay. I'll figure it out myself." 

*She said in a condescending tone. As he was probably laughing at how lost she was.*
Albert
*Sirdan stood up and took the tray of food back, and then returned to follow her to the field.* 

*His attempt to guide her was outdone by the speed at which she got lost multiple time.* 

"...Field's that way. Want me to take you on a tour through the place first?" 

*Rather than laughing, Sirdan seems exasperated.*