After a hard morning of working on the farms, the inhabitants of Obernewtyn took a well deserved break for lunch. The kitchen helpers had set up tables laden with freshly baked bread, cheese, salads, pasties, and whatever else anyone could desire.

Brynn joined the line behind Dorian and nudged him playfully. "As you can see, not only am I perfectly capable of milking cows, but I can also serve myself lunch!"