[ Though Erwin'd had a major hand in organizing and setting up this event, he feels somewhat out of place in the midst of it. This is beyond anything he's had the means to execute before, coming from a world where resources are extremely limited. Superfluous celebrations simply don't happen when you live outside of Wall Sina, especially when you are part of the Survey Corps. And though it smells enticing, he's never even heard of most of the food before, let alone tried it.
His discomfort is far from obvious, however. Erwin can talk his way through just about any situation, this one included. He is courteous and ready with a smile, conscious as always that he is representing the Survey Corps first and foremost--though now he's a representative of Luceti Projects as well, an organization he's helped to mold. An organization which, he hopes, will somehow serve to further his main objective: get home.
Erwin is there for the entire duration of the event, start to finish. He does several shifts at the sign-up table, and otherwise can be found just about anywhere: inside the hall trying some of the dishes, by the fire watching the antics of those who choose to roast their food, and occasionally observing sparring, if anyone decides to do so. Though he occasionally has a drink in hand, it's never anything alcoholic, and he's easily identified by his ever-present uniform. The wings of freedom are no doubt a fairly familiar symbol to those living in the village by now. ]
Erwin
His discomfort is far from obvious, however. Erwin can talk his way through just about any situation, this one included. He is courteous and ready with a smile, conscious as always that he is representing the Survey Corps first and foremost--though now he's a representative of Luceti Projects as well, an organization he's helped to mold. An organization which, he hopes, will somehow serve to further his main objective: get home.
Erwin is there for the entire duration of the event, start to finish. He does several shifts at the sign-up table, and otherwise can be found just about anywhere: inside the hall trying some of the dishes, by the fire watching the antics of those who choose to roast their food, and occasionally observing sparring, if anyone decides to do so. Though he occasionally has a drink in hand, it's never anything alcoholic, and he's easily identified by his ever-present uniform. The wings of freedom are no doubt a fairly familiar symbol to those living in the village by now. ]