Jihord
He stepped into the cafateria, wind blowing cold frost all across the room. He steps to the concession stand, and leaning in to speak quietly to an attendant, he waits a few minutes, then is handed a tray with a grey gravy type stew in a large bowl. He move towards the far end of the cafeteria, sitting at the far end of a table with two people sitting across the table from each other.