Michael and Rudy made it to the great hall with no issues. As they walked through the doors, the duo received a few disinterested glances before those people turned their attention back to their food.
Like Rose had said, the long tables dominated the great hall. But compared to last night, there were fewer than half who had decided to get up early for breakfast.
"How do we get food?" Rudy asked, his eyes scanning the hall—looking for an indication of where he might need to go to order. An adjoining kitchen, a server—anything.
"You two are first-years?" An older teen asked from nearby, his tone proper. The guy's posture was as straight as a spear, his clear blue eyes evaluating them despite being half covered by his fringe.
Michael nodded, unsure of what the teen wanted.
"Go take a seat and send some mana into your emblem, you'll be able to order food based on what dorm you were assigned." He stated simply, gesturing to the side for them to continue on.
