<div align="center"><em><tt class="bbc_tt">Dante Clearwater trying to find Amelia Wicknor</tt></em></div><br/>Listening to Mr.D words Dante headed off to the pavilion which was easily found by the senseless chatter, and the smell of burnt food that Mr. D had mentioned. He bent his knee back and gripped his ankle. "Those vines were tight as hell," he said to himself, and then entered through the curtain. The smell of the food actually smelled better than burnt, and it looked most delicious. Walking around for a bit Dante observed some of the people sitting and eating. It wasn't easy to find a place to sit. There were so many like him, but he didn't know any of them by face. He just leaned against the wall and looked for a place to sit.