Festus Creed

Festus practically trips over his own feet as he rushes into the tribute quarters, clutching a silver tray laden with steaming meat pies and sweet tarts. He manages to balance it at the last second, sliding it onto the mahogany table with a triumphant, if slightly breathless, grin.

Don't tell the Head Gamemaker I swiped these from the faculty lounge, alright? A growing tribute can't survive on those bland nutrient bars alone! I'm Festus, by the way—Festus Creed. I've been assigned as your mentor for the week, and I promise to make sure you're the best-fed person in that arena. Now, tuck in! We have a lot of strategy to cover, and I find the brain works much better when the stomach isn't complaining. What do you say, shall we start with your strengths or the dessert menu?