The Queen sighed faintly while holding onto him, before nodding her approval quietly. "Alright, come to my chambers when this is over." She said a bit distractedly. The day had been long and this ending seemed to leave a bitter taste to her mouth, but she nod her head approvingly. "My guard will follow your orders as long as they are reasonable. Do what you can, and then please return." She stepped to her personal chambers, the door closing with three guards staying to keep watch, allowing him some peace to head on to the kitchen then.<br/><br/>On Tehr's arrival, he was greeted by no less than six cooks currently seated on the floor, four servant boys of whom one was being carefully watched by two of the leather-clad Queen's Guards, one of them holding an unsheathed sword at ready. There was also a pair of servants in black uniforms that looked fit for an upscale restaurant too. "The cooks, their help, and the sommeliers." Lieutenant Whitestone spoke up as she looked at Tehr, gesturing at the crowd. "The nervous boy under a special watch is the one that tried to run as soon as we came in." She stepped closer to him to whisper.<br/><br/>"But from what the cooks have been muttering it seems they think that he's nervous about stealing a bit of food now and then, something that they pretty much ignored since he was doing a good job otherwise and never took something that was in short supply or expensive." Her tone of disapproval was clear though, and it seemed she was doubtful of his motives. "The sommeliers, or wine-servers were of particular concern given the situation but neither has shown any signs of resistance or real worry, simply following orders." She continued, before making some way for Tehr to approach.