As though on que, Oprah arrives with tankards for everyone, and (miracle of miracles!) half of a loaf of bread, steaming-hot and with a little bowl of butter beside it.<br/><br/>"I have some flour saved up," she explained with a smile.  "Since Master Zemok wishes bread he will receive it.  Now to the rest of you, do you wish your own rooms?  I think I can just find enough for you all.  Master Dwarf, your room of the last two nights is still yours if you wish it."<br/><br/>He nodded in response to her question.<br/><br/>"Ladies?"