Baldur became very stone-faced the moment Tass changed her food, he didn't say or do anything other then go to a table, he knew what was coming, as did anyone who happened to notice the fact that her food had changed. There was a reason other elven trainees did not use magic for their own benefit, mainly, it was unfair to those without the ability to use magic to get ahead. Laws against such practice of magic had been in place since the time of the first king. The other; Spec Ops, those who enforce the laws, never miss anything.
As Tass sat down, a man in his late twenties sat next to her. Which, in a busy mess hall, happens a few times every few minutes. What happened next, was very unusual and got people's attention very quickly. "Excuse me miss. But it seems like a rather, what's the words I'm looking for, unfair advantage that you can change your meal when there are about seventy other trainees in this room at this very moment who, for one have been training longer then you and two, will, based on your weapons, work harder then you every day, can't change their meals."
By now the entire mess hall was silent, nobody spoke, nobody ate, except Baldur, nobody looked away, except Baldur who suddenly found interest in various things around the room. The man decided to finish his speech, "Now I don't know what all you know about Guildfist or the way we run things in this territory, But we in Guildfist are very knowledgeable, just as I know I can completely incapacitate you through a pressure point in the palm of your hand, our cooks now how to make meals that will benefit you, that's why most of us here are around six foot tall. So I rather feel since you so kindly felt like you didn't need to eat our food, you, Ainariƫl, can do without." with that the man grabbed her plate, got up and went to throw it away before sitting next to Baldur.
Finally Baldur spoke up, "Tass, meet Tobias Temp, he is the leader of the Guildfist Special Operations, his authority is second only to the crown."