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         Varn shook his head and looked at Arcturas, his eyes were temporarily unfocused before he answered. "Yea, just a bad memory. War's hell, you know," Varn said and then turned around to wait for his order to finish.
When the servitors finally placed the plate in front of him, Varn took the plate over to the metal benches and started to dig into the food. His order consisted of a steak, chopped potatoes with a brown sauce, as well as a tomato soup, the type of food the rich Hivers would be able to afford. Varn didn't hide his hunger and eagerly stuffed his mouth with food, using the soup as water and barely seemed able to swallow the amount of food in his mouth. He suddenly stopped and placed a hand on his mouth, he could sense that his stomach was in shock, he hadn't eaten proper food for two and a half year so no wonder it was surprised by the sudden change in diet; he didn't barf, though he clearly slowed down in his eating rate.

"You know, melord, I used to be a lot heavier," Varn said, his habit of addressing anyone non-Legionnaire was something that tended to sneak up on him. "Before I was send to Malice I had this large inflation on my stomach, and almost managed to have a second chin," he winked as he said so, "Trust me, my legio - I mean, regiment, was really harsh about getting their soldiers in shape, and quick."

"Anyways, after this I'll be off. I haven't had a shower or a shave in two years," Varn noted before he returned to eat.