While the others were working their way onto the roof, Quinn flew high overhead, keeping a silent eye on the courtyard. Jack slid silently down the chimney to have a look at what they would face there. He peered over a cooking-grate, careful to not disturb anything. Though the fires had been doused, the iron grate was still quite warm, and the sooty chimney was uncomfortably hot and stuffy after the cool night air.
Inside the kitchen, a gaintess lazily worked at the final clean-up after the recent battle by relevelling the dirt floor. She worked with a rake, clearing the area where a trestle-table had been, now gone. Quinn's locusts had destroyed everything there, and whatever had been left when the spell ended had either been burned with the bodies, or buried under the dirt.
In the southern part of the kitchen, a giant commanded a quartet of surviving orcs. Though the main feast was over, hill giants ate at nearly all hours of the day and night, and this group worked still to serve cold sausage, crusty bread, jerky, fruit, and drink, to whoever higher-caste giants remained hungry.