Kor hadn't slept all night, the sounds of the city were so foreign, his bed was so soft, lumpy and smelt funny, and being encased in a box didn't feel great.<br/>He had spent the night tossing and turning, pacing, and eventually he settled on sharpening his blades in the armory.  Kor had just arrived at the Silver Leaves guild the day before along with the messenger that was sent to retrieve him.  The man had shown the man ranger around and told him what to expect before he did his quick audition and interview with the superiors.<br/>Despite Kor's reputation as a beast-man, Kor was not as barbaric and out of tune with the ways of the world as everyone expected.  He was perfectly capable of reading, and had a vague recollection of the basics of common courtesy.  This surprised his evaluators more than his ability with his blades.<br/><br/>By the time Kor was done sharpening his swords, people had started rising and moving about.  He wiped some sweat off his brow, making sure not to dislodge his mask from the top of his head.  Kor's face was always hard and stony from the memories and experiences in the forest, but the dark rings that developed under them made is scowl even more frightening. Then there was the fact bathing was no longer a habit for the forest-dweller.  He looked and smelled like an animal.<br/>Kor recalled the messenger telling him about the hall everyone gathered to when it was mealtime.  Looking down at his belly, he considered not eating simply for the sake of avoiding all the strangers, and all the noise they would produce.  However, his stomach was growling.<br/><br/>With his swords now tucked back in their respective sheaths, Kor stumbled along the large complex.  All these walls, tables, windows, and doors looked exactly the same to him so it took him awhile to find the dinning hall, which he only managed to do when he finally conceded and asked for directions.  The poor cleaning lady he asked looked like she would die of fright, but Kor was already used to such looks.<br/>At the doorway Kor briefly observed the behavior of the people in the room, assessing the proper behavior and patterns for this situation.  Seeing the mercenaries getting plates and lining up, Kor concluded that this was not like a pub.  Not really noticing (or caring) if there was a line, he grabbed himself a plate and started picking out specific kinds of food: vegetables and protein.  He remembered liking bread in the past, but that was eleven years ago, and his body was no longer used to it.  It made him hick-up.<br/>His reaction to alcohol was worse.  Kor drank nothing but water.<br/><br/>Once Kor's plate was piled with assorted meats and potatoes, he made his way to the table with the least amount of people and set his plate down.  The next table over was an assorted group.  Those who stood out the most there was the pretty and slender human lady, the kind of being Kor knew least about, a large man, even taller than himself, and a dwarf.  Kor's eyes fell on the dwarfen female the longest.  He didn't see many of her kind in the forest, and he didn't think they would be as cheerful as the female warrior at the other table.  Briefly he gazed at her quizzically, but he knew better than to stare, so he started scarfing down his own food with his dirty hands.