The kitchen staff seemed more than a little flustered at being questioned, but seemed to decide rather swiftly that they would answer as well as they could given the circumstances. It seemed his words were laced with enough authority to have them listen, the Queen's Guard keeping watch from a distance also adding to the atmosphere.<br/><br/>"There was someone that was trying to pay me a sum of coin before to let them know what wines our cellars hold, but such nosy people have no business here." The older of the two sommelier's spoke, his nose held up proudly. "I could describe the man asking, but that was over a week ago and could be unrelated." His tone serious, he offered that much information without prompting further.<br/><br/>"There was a shipment a while ago, barrels of cider and ale for the storage, but they're from trusted supplier. Wines are acquired in smaller amounts, the cider and ale more for celebrations, and both are rested when they are delivered. Not wine though." The other sommelier, seeming to be in charge of such 'lesser drinks', was quick to answer the inquiry and seeming to fall in thought. "I have the receipts of shipments, there's not been any wine ordered here but some has been brought as gifts, there should be notes on those too."<br/><br/>The spell found no trace of deceit in either of them, both seemed concerned since there was mention the Queen was hurt, and the older seemed a little worried he'd lose his job due to this, but nothing that suggested they were feeling particularily guilty or worried of other punishment.<br/><br/>The cooks had little they could offer to help, simply saying that the sommeliers were in charge of the drinks, and the two of them split those duties between fine wines and the more common drink. The cooks in turn had divided themselves between two older bakers of fine skill in the kitchen, two that handled most common meals rather well, and two that helped out with preparing whatever was necessary. Their information seemed to mostly focus on the food, mentioning they had been preparing a late-evening snack for the Queen for later, a set of finely prepared, creamy little cakes, suitable for one person each, three of them set down in different flavors and styles. "The queen chooses something she likes for the evening, and the others are enjoyed by her personal staff." The cook that held the control in the kitchen stated proudly. "If someone wanted to harm her and those around her, then poisoning those three would be the key, but if someone as much as touched my masterpiece without permission, I'd chop their hands off!" The man growled, and given his sheer size it was a credible threat. In fact, it seemed he was infuriated to think someone was using cuisine and beverages as weapons.<br/><br/>The servant boys were mostly quiet, each looking around a bit nervously when questioned. "We just try to help out where we can, delivering ingredients, adjusting flames, retrieving firewood for the stove, washing dishes, helping in cooking the simpler foods on occasions. Many of us want to be chefs, though some are just here for the pay until they find something else." Speaking up, one of the boys looked at the others. "Me and Marc have been here two months, Lucas for five. Dahn though, he's just been around for two weeks." The last boy he mentioned was the one most fidgety, standing aside at the time being. While looking at the boys, Tehr could easily pick up some unease, more than a few boys hoped to get a better job soon, but none of them wanted to do anything bad it seemed. Marc seemed to want to steal the silvers from the kitchen someday, but the head cook scared him so badly it was obvious he would not do so as long as the old man remained at least. Still, if something went missing he was the one to look for.<br/><br/>Finally, the boy in the corner seemed wary, looking up at Tehr at his approach. He swallowed nervously when confronted, finally sighing. "W-well, I was supposed to help clean the back. A man approached me then, telling me he wanted to know about recently brought in wines. He said he wanted to know a gift had come and accepted. He paid me fifty silver for the information so I told him. The wines from Dale, Saari, Elheim, Dracos, and Basjin. He questioned me briefly but that's all I did, I gave him a little information." He swallowed, licking his lips nervously.<br/><br/>The boy was lying, the magic caught it, and Tehr's eyes caught his nevous fidgeting. What's more, his eyes soon came to spot a golden chain around his neck from which hung a small circular symbol, that of the church of one god. It was hidden in his shirt until he had scratched his neck nervously, the gesture tugging the chain enough to pull it out in the open.