<div class="floatright">(http://i179.photobucket.com/albums/w310/Sparrowhawke/VernRieder.jpg)</div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: copperplate gothic bold;">Vern Reider</span></span><br/><strong>Location<strong> || <em>Dining Hall</em><br/><strong>Tagging</strong> || <em>Vkraci</em></strong></strong></div><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 9pt;">Vern was more observant than he appeared when he sat there, idly picking at his food. As such, he didn’t fail to notice Vkraci’s entrance, nor the look that he was given. Undoubtedly the man would have information for him. He gave a light sigh, finishing the meagre amount of food on his plate before standing. There was no sense waiting, and perhaps a little human contact, even if it was with the strange man, might do him some good.<br/><br/>He moved over to the table where Vkraci was seated, slipping into the chair across from him. “Good to see you back.” There was a hollow tone in the man’s voice that he would have perhaps tried harder to hide had there been more people in the hall, but as most were still sleeping, he couldn’t be bothered with the effort. Sure, none of them expected him to be a bucket of sunshine, but this was different to his usual demeanour, there was less heart in him.<br/><br/>Vkraci was one of the few he trusted with these moods, and it was a relief not to have to pretend, even if just for a short while. He didn’t speak any more than this, knowing that Vkraci would understand what he wanted. Despite all the distrust that the others had for the man, no-one that knew of his work could deny that he was good at getting information. And thankfully the man didn’t beat about the bush in revealing it.</span>