Someone had saved me a chair.
I noticed because nobody was sitting in it, despite the crowd in the dining hall. A folded napkin lay beside a clean plate. The chair next to it belonged to a young man with neat brown hair and a Silver pin set perfectly straight against his collar.
He stood when he saw me.
"Valdrake. This way."
Several faces turned. He had pitched his voice just loudly enough to help anyone who might otherwise have missed the invitation.
I recognized the name when he supplied it.
Edric Sorn.
In the game, he had belonged to the crowded part of the academy that existed to agree with more important people. Here, he had already obtained a hot breakfast while I was still deciding where to put my tray.
"We thought you might prefer some room for the arm," he said.
The chair did have room. No one would brush the dressing while passing behind me. A warm stone beneath the serving dish kept the eggs from turning cold.
