<div style="text-indent:1em;">Alma turned his head to the sound of the door, but sat up strait upon hearing the voice of Lore Master.  She did not acknowledge him, which either meant she wanted him to approach her or she failed to notice him.  Standing up from his stool he knocked on the wood bar.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">“I’ll take my food at her table.”  He said, before walking towards Lore Master’s voice.  He quickly found her table, sitting himself down in a chair two away her.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">“It’s good to hear your voice again Lore Master.”  He said, leaning his bag against the table.  “How many prospectives are there?  Any of them look like fighters?”  He pauses his questions as a serving girl entered his view with his food.  He opened up his travel bag and grabbed out a smaller sack of coins, the began the trial of finding the right one.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">His sight spell did not show color, so all the coins looked the same.  Shifting through them, he picked them up and tested their weight, running a hand over there designs.  Once he found what felt like a gold coin, he pulled it out and tapped it on the table.  The sound that answered was off, not quite deep enough, a silver coin.  Placing it back into the sack he searched for a heavier coin.  Again he tapped his choice onto the table, this time satisfied with the sound.  He placed it on the table next to his food.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">“Whatever is left of that goes to her bill.” He said, nodding towards Lore Master.  Food paid for, he began eating, listening for a response to his questions and the sound of the prospective students.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">"I would love to have a student who could give me an actual challenge this year." He said in between bites of the chicken.</div>