Brian looked at one of the kobolds, who nodded and walked over to take his place handling tickets.  "I'm starving," Brian finally said.  "I've been taking tickets most of the day.  I could use a good meal.  Lets grab a few of those pies and head to the field again.  Tell me what you've been up to.  Anything good to read in that place?"  To Brian the castle looked like a temporary home, something that could be set up in a few moments and taken down just as quickly.  Or perhaps it was more like the manufactured homes.  Granted a bit bigger than a usual one but still within the range of normal.