OOC: Alf's brother's mate, please don't god mod or double post.
IC: Turning away from the vykker, Rus walked to the cafeteria. Maybe they would have a restraunt or something there. Who cares as long as its food. When he entered the hotel, he found a sign pointing to a large resteraunt in the middle of the hotel. 'I'm not waiting around to be served!' thought Rus. He grabbed a nearby plate of scrab cakes and attacked them.
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