After a short while (a few minutes at most), the cook, a middle-aged man with a severe look comes out of the kitchen bearing a tray of food. He walks with a slight limp. "I'm Temar, the cook here. Gretchen asked me to bring you breakfast. If you need anything that isn't here, come back to the kitchen and ask me. If you'll excuse me, I need to go continue cooking food for the children."
The trays are laden with eggs and spiced meats (sausage, spiced ham, bacon), as well as a variety of rolls, butters, and cheeses. Three carafes hold what appears to be a very bitter tea, some milk, and a fruit juice of some sort. It looks well prepared and smells very good. As you begin to eat, Gretchyn enters and comes over to you.
"Well, good morning, all of you. It looks like we've made it through the night peacefully and safely. Patch — who you've already met this morning — just told me that all the children are accounted for. I don't know if you had anything to do with it, but we appreciate it greatly. We have a little time before the young ones come down to breakfast. Do you have any other questions for me? If not, the staff is at your disposal if you would like to speak with them." She snaps up a bit of ham in her canine jaws.
OOC: Sorry for the delay, my ISP was being finicky.
