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Sitting somewhat comfortably in his corner would not last long, the notion of hunger making itself apparent to the man. He hadn't eaten in days and his body began suffering under the armor it bears.

"Hungry? Hungry, of course. Has the line cleared yet?" He looks at the stand where the meager bowl of rice and meat were being provided, hoping that those with the same thought already had their picked. Whether it would be fulfilled or not, his hunger prompts him forward, clutching still his sword like it was his most precious possession.