Lidia could not believe so many women and men were coming to this school from all over by the looks of them. The burly Norse easily dwarfed Garth. The farmer's daughter hoped Garth would eat with her. She was used to eating with a large crowd. These were older lads and lasses. It was the most interesting bunch. Lidia would expect an apprentice weapomsmith. The burly Norse would need a humongous dragon to carry him. She giggled to herself seeing the scowl on Lore Mistresses face. It was afternoon and that's normal for a drinking man. There was the Gypsy, he look as outta place as Lidia felt. A glass for no reason flew to the Lore Mistress from Lidia's table. She wanted to hide, "Epps! Me am so so sorry. Me gets to think'n an t'ings fly. Me not rig't. Me ain't fit fur people. Says me mum."