The main dining hall was massive with vaulted ceilings, long tables arranged in organized rows, and tall windows that let in generous amounts of natural light. The smell of roasted meat, fresh bread, and various spices filled the air.
But what immediately caught the eye were the distinctions.
Each house had designated sections, marked by banners hanging from the ceiling. Silver Crown's area was toward the front, closest to the serving stations and faculty table. The tables there were polished darkwood, the benches cushioned, and even the plates seemed higher quality.
Iron Talon's section was to the left, respectable positioning, solid furnishings, but clearly a step down.
Bronze Shield occupied the middle-rear, functional, adequate, nothing special.
Copper Thorn was relegated to the back corner, near the kitchens. The positioning alone made a statement.
"Wow," Oliver breathed as they entered. "They really don't hide the hierarchy, do they?"
