Jon and Cassandra were alone in the dining hall for the moment. In the back room, the smell of roasting meats, various oils and spices wafted out, filling the recently and thoroughly cleaned dining room with sweet and savory scents. There were four plates set, though Wyze was nowhere in sight and it was safe to assume Babara was cooking. As elegant as the room looked, it seemed underused and even a bit sad. Bare walls, simple decorations, lit by a polished chandelier.