“Oh, fwhello,” Tels said around a mouthful of food, when he noticed the woman approaching the food table. His plate, held up by ribbons of sand, was stacked high, and there was a surprising amount of food that had been fit onto the plate. Swallowing, he continued. “It’s nice to see I’m not the only one who appreciates the food here. Anyways, I’m Tels, and I assume that you’re a fellow Ghostblood. Think you’re going to get any kind of promotion tonight?”