Ceres was on the ground floor, sitting crosslegged on a table in the now-deserted mess hall, and using one of her few surviving knives to slice bits off of a particularly savoury piece of baked mutton, which she had found in the attached kitchens.<br/><br/>An addition of a baked potato, a wineskin filled with some decent alcohol, and some carrots helped turn the meal into a full meal, and so she sat and snacked, enjoying the flavours of both meat and vegetable, even as she watched Silet and Soanala enter the mess hall. "So, did you at least stop to collect all the loot?"