Go off to explore the dorm

Your sleep is somewhat restless. Dreams or nightmares, you can't be sure, as what filled your head during the night seemed to be just out of your ability to remember. All you could remember is numerous... things simply changing form time and time again. When you do awaken, sweat covers your body in a light sheen.

You switch into a fresh set of clothing, also provided by Lady Morgana, before heading off to get better acquainted with the dormitory. It was freshly made and the fact was not lost on you at all as the halls lacked the slightest bits of dirt or wear. Through the tinted windows in the corridors, you realize that sunlight isn't exactly in full supply in the mostly barren landscape with ash clouds overhead, but you get the impression by the lack of activity it's still early in the morning.

Your consideration for the time becomes less important as you take notice of a scent rather than sight. The smell of food being cooked, with eggs and bacon filling the air as you had taken notice of in the past, but so many more things you were unaccustomed to that it was surprising how quickly your stomach growled, almost roaring that you were afraid others would hear it.

Following the scent to its source, twisting around several corners, you find yourself entering into a spacious chamber, not as large as the ceremony hall by any means, but still clearly big enough to hold a good number of people. Long tables lined with chairs fill the room, all looking rather intricately designed and comfortable, with silverware being laid out on it.

Movement to the side of the room catches your eye, drawing you to face a short little man, seemingly a halfling, hurrying along the tables, setting what looks to be a rock on the table here and there, only for it to transform shortly after into the same silverware you see elsewhere.

It's only when he turns on one of the tables to run down another row that he spies you, loudly cursing. "Bloody hell, am I that late already? Cursed tradition makes it more difficult to navigate in this place than a Minotian Labyrinth!" the halfling man cursed, quickly scurrying over to you, adjusting the little bow tie around his throat, sweating profusely as he did so. "M-my lord, I do most humbly apologize f-for the delay, I have yet to set the tables for all and didn't know I w-was falling this far behind schedule." he said as soon as he arrived before you.

"That's, um... that's alright. I'm not really a lord." you explain, rubbing the back of your head awkwardly at the confusion.

"Not a lor- No! Nononono! I won't fall for that trick again, nuh-uh, no way! Ain't no chump change students here, nuh uh!" the man quickly started to say, his face turning red in apparent anger, but to whom it was directed, you weren't sure. Before you can inquire further though, someone else calls steps in.