Yasil ate alone. She had spent many of her meals that way recently, and having only been with the Order two days, she was keen on retaining that habit, at least for a while. It was peaceful, gave her an opportunity to do a fair bit of observation -a luxury she had not yet been afforded. Thus far she'd learned...nothing. There was too much going on, which wasn't necessarily a bad thing; it was the opportunity she wanted, adventure and fame and an outlet. It was exciting, so much so that she hadn't quite gotten her bearings, but they were coming, steadily. She'd gathered that Heidrek had the biggest voice in the camp, the forgemaster was something of a creep, and now, with the newest announcement, they were to be led by this 'Silus'.
A test, was it? Good, great even, she'd been quiet and reserved since she'd arrived without even a bag to punch, she needed a good way to expend some energy. Plus, it would be a chance to start making a name for herself among the soldiers, whatever that would mean. She stood, taking her plate to the back, and then making her way outside. Her armor kept her warm, though to be fair she was used to far colder weather in the upper regions of Tachikawa, so the air served more to wake her up than anything. Her bow was slung over her shoulder, the bo staff collapsed and hanging from her belt, she was ready. Ready for what? She hadn't the vaguest idea, but she was eager to find out.
Despite all of that, on the outside she looked calm. She kept her focus on Silus once she reached the training field, as if she could somehow decipher the answers from his face. She had hard eyes, cold eyes, like icy mirrors that reflected the way she saw the world. It was one thing to look at her, it was another to be looked at by her. When the others would begin to filter in, her gaze would flick to them, a quick analyzing glance, and then return to Silus.