Nioelle had been training all day, and she was starving. She made a mental note to never get up at six am to train, and if she did it again, food would have to be a part of the plan.

She finally reached the cafeteria after what seemed like hours to her. Her legs were protesting any more walking, but she wasn't going to crawl to the cafeteria. She wasn't in that bad of shape. The cafeteria seemed empty, which was good. Only a few others were in there, eating and talking quiet enough. Nioelle had a headache, and so long as no one came in and acted like a jerk, screaming about something, she wouldn't have to hurt anyone.