Aaric claimed a spot at one of the less crowded tables and surveyed the breakfast offerings.
Fresh bread, porridge with various toppings, fruits from the academy's gardens, and what appeared to be several types of preserved meats.
He selected items methodically, assembled a plate that would sustain him through his morning lectures, and began eating with the same unhurried precision he brought to most activities.
Around him, the Hall filled with the sounds of academy life, conversations about upcoming assignments, speculation about professors, the student concerns.
But...
His eyes narrowed as he got a few pairs of eyes, at his back.
What's wrong with them?
He turned his posture a little, and caught them from the side of his eye.
Elves?
He blinked, and continued eating.
Why are they staring at like me that?
