I stepped aside, scanning the room again for a place to sit, but there was nothing. Not a single free spot.
"Yeah… no chance."
I turned and decided to head back to my room.
"Yo," a voice called from behind me. "You forgot these."
"Huh?"
I looked back to see Ken walking up, balancing his own tray in one hand. With the other, he dropped a fork and spoon onto my tray.
"Oh… damn, you're right."
"Ambly's hair, Ace," he muttered, eyeing me. "What happened to your uniform? It's completely wrecked."
"Yeah… I went out hunting," I said as we started walking. "Didn't go great. Any idea where I can get this fixed?"
"Tailor shops, probably your best bet," he replied. "I had a tear in my pants once. Cost me a silver. Robbery, if you ask me. With that kind of damage, though…" He glanced at my sleeve. "Yeah, they'll charge you more."
"Great."
