[Kiernan/Open~]
After the events the past month and the argument he had with his father over the weekend, Kiernan welcomed with a hungry and eager stomach the promise of a guildhall dinner and the promise of good food and great company. Still wearing his armor from training, for he didn't want to risk missing out by changing out of it, he strode into the mess hall with a pleased smirk as the scent of the meal wafted through his nostrils.
"Smells good!" he called as he took a plate and filled it up with all the different dishes in front of him. "You been working this all day?"
Aw, damn. Not enough room for dessert. Well, that was what napkins were for. He set his plate down to attack the berry pie, taking a slightly bigger slice than normal. Cutting evenly had never been his specialty; leave that nonsense for the knights and samurai and the other swordly types. With that, he took a seat and happily chowed down.