Four servants, a second cook, a baker, a potboy, and a kitchen hand scurried back to their chores. More of the windchimes can be seen, though these seem to be touched by air, since they hang within a small cubby holding chilled drinks and cheeses. The rods are pushed from the stove heating area, back under a kettle where dish water can be drawn.<br/>The older man, truly the first man seen here that wasn't a grey-beard, directed Sakura to a devan in the hall just outside the kitchens. A look from him and a hall maid scurried off to another task,  "The honey-cakes are easy enough, though the liberties with the lad? Well what would you need be getting the lad alone for? Methinks that he has had enough alone poor thing. Better to hold that question for the missus."<br/>A woman of indeterminate age enters from the way of the hastened hall maid. She is dressed modestly, though the clothing is well made and holds a quiet value. A thin gold bracelet, a jeweled finger, and turquoise necklace speak of her wealth without being gaudy. With a nod she takes Sakura off the cook's hands, "Forgive my staff, but they are quite protective of young Brand. I am Lady Tysus, and my apologies for not joining you earlier, the tasks of my husband and I are...time sensitive. I understand you had a private conversation with the youth, one involving myself and my husband. Young Brand for all of having been raised in the house, has been gone from us  more than a year, and only his recent return leaves him wanting in certain understandings. Perhaps we should retire to the rooms of your colleagues. I will be able to offer a bit more in the way of peace."