[ACTION, dining hall]

[gobblewonked]

[This old man is...something else. You may have seen him if you looked in on any of the newbie Rocket classes. He might not be the best at pickpocketing, but his escapes are something else: he's got an unnerving, lizardlike ability to climb straight up anything from a person to a two-story building. He's hard to miss in the halls, with his bowlegged walk and long white beard (Is that a bandage on his beard? Does that even make any sense?) and, well -- let's call it what it is. He smells like junkyard. The R on his shirt is barely visible under the filthy overalls he has on, and he never seems to be wearing shoes.

So he's generally given a wide berth in the dining hall. He can be clearly seen eating everything on his tray. And I do mean everything: he has just eaten the paper napkins, and he's examining the empty milk carton with an admiring, hungry eye.]

Well, I'll be! Haven't seen one of these this fine in years!

[He's gonna eat it if no one stops him. Heck, even if somebody tries, he still might.]