[center][h1][b]Iraleth Kyrios[/b][/h1][/center]

It was going to be like that? Fine. The Strixan girl wasn't wrong to begin with. Iraleth had only been hoping for a point of commonality in resenting Vaal Shakta. But if she didn't want to take the hand offered to her, it wasn't Iraleth's problem. One could only do so much without resorting to force, after all. And she had enough to concern herself over for the day as it was.

[b]"Fair enough."[/b] Was all she conceded verbally, inclining her head before turning to leave. The brief thought occurred to her that she'd never gotten the lightbulb starer's name, but the time for that had passed. Perhaps in the future, whenever she saw her again. For now, there was breakfast to think about before classes began. 

Choosing her meal upon arrival to the cafeteria had been simple enough. A silver coin for a single meal felt like a waste, to say nothing of two. So Iraleth waited in line for baked goods instead and proferred her two copper for a rather large roll of hot, fresh sourdough with butter. One bite had her reflecting that it was better than most bakeries she'd visited back home, and for a similar enough price. 

As Iraleth started to walk out of the cafeteria, Gulliver Bronstead commandeering an entire table with his mannequins caught her gaze. She rolled her eyes in exasperation and started to move on, having better things to do with her limited time before class than to deal with any of that nonsense.