Wrock watched the entire thirty minutes. It was slightly entrancing, the chefs working tirelessly to compete. A pleasant aroma filled the hall, and a joyful atmosphere followed with. As the spectators gladly consumed the plates of food the timer finally hit zero.
"And Yomi is victorious! Let's give a round of applause for this month's head chef!"
A loud cry formed as the spectators cheered. Yomi bowed slightly, "My many thanks."
The announcer waved their hands, "Eat up! It's not everyday you get to feast upon the meals produced by the greatest chefs!"
Another cheer from the crowd followed and the remaining plates were rapidly claimed. Wrock didn't bother to claim one, for he wasn't particularly interested in the food. He watched as the chefs swiftly cleaned up their stations and began to quietly leave. As they left through a side entrance Yomi suddenly paused and looked back towards the crowd. Their eyes scanned through everyone until they found their target.
