It's mid-afternoon, between meals, which is why the dining area is nearly empty. At the moment, only two souls linger. A pale elven woman in Grey Warden armor sits at one end, savoring her book and a cup of tea, while a grown mabari licks an empty plate as though hoping to conjure more food with his tongue. When he looks up, there's a soft, pleading whine.

"More? You're such a bottomless pit, Garahel...." She rubs that belly with a foot, then sighs. "I suppose I could do with a refill, anyway. But that's it for today, then. You're spoiled enough."

The mabari barks, happy and shameless. More, please and thank you.