Zhackie grins "Kinda sorta" he responds as we enter the lunchroom. The scenery is not gloomy, at all. The bonfire barrels and artificial lights made of scrap are doing a decent job of keeping the space well lit. Around each barrel are varying groups of people, one has a group of men drinking and telling jokes. At the other end of the room is a man playing a violin with a good audience around him. It was rather impressive, he was jumping and spinning while playing [u]Danse Macabre[/u] like a mad man, exceptional skill.And at the corner is an old man with a thick Rosskayan accent entertaining the children with a story. He spoke to them about the great bears of Rosskaya while spreading his arms and making clawing gestures, the children loved it. One boy raised his hand "How big were they?" he asked. "And excellent question [i]mishka[/i], they were huuuge, one bear alone could feed an entire village for weeks" The children 'oooh'd and 'ahhh'd in response. "Over here" Zhackie said as he dropped his junk into a larger pile.