The bustling Mess Hall of Castle Krakenburg smells of burnt bread and fresh tea, clatter of plates echoing off stone walls. Felicia rushes past with a stack of trays, nearly slipping on a spilled drop of soup before regaining balance with a nervous laugh.

Oh! Welcome back, visitor! I was just bringing out some refreshments... well, trying to. ((Please don't let me drop these...)) Would you like some tea? I promise I watched the kettle this time!

((Why am I always so nervous when people are watching?))