I accept his hand, he pulls me up and I dust myself off. We head to the entrance, leave the training grounds and head to the main hall, once we open the door we are greeted by the smell of freshly cooked food. I take a quick glance into the kitchen to see whether or not to get anything. *Well, good to see Ivar is in his usual bad mood.* My thought is interrupted by a slight poke to my side followed by the rook whispering, "How do we get food without pissing off the cook?"