Slightly rubbing his tummy, the elf frowned. Bitter roots would not do today.<br/>Luckily he knew that this time he would be early enough for the canteen food.<br/><br/>The facilitie's "canteen" was nothing more than a run down pub, that opened in the mornings as well for the students and sometimes Professors. Having no choice but to die of starvation or go there, Zenith sighed and moved on.<br/>There was a grumpy lady at the corner - paying no attention to the customers.<br/>As the elf silently put some money on the table and took some food, she lazily perked up - only to totally change her annoyed expression to a fawning one.<br/>"Ah! Zenith!" she started, but he did not spare her even a cold glance. He knew if he did so, there would be no end to her chatter...<br/>Sighing he sat in the darkest corner, trying to eat his meal in peace.<br/>"Maybe I should go to the expedition, after all."he murmured.