walls fall, shacks shake, bridges burn & bodies break

[In the dining hall at some point after their initial meeting, Nicola is presumably minding his own business when he is accosted by a familiar face. Benedict, holding his tray, plunks it down across from the newcomer and sits on the bench to accompany it, his expression closed and lofty.]

Hello, [he says primly, with the air of a child being made to apologize,] welcome to Riftwatch.