"Is Dame Irene here?" a maid called from the front of the dining hall.
Irene's head snapped up. It was still early in the day, and she had only just gotten back in from morning practices long enough to scarf down a bit of porridge and escape as quickly as possible. There was no sign of the Commander yet, so she would have a peaceful day if she left rather fast.
She pulled off her hood, and the long, red hair revealed to the room was a sure sign that Dame Irene was, in fact, present.
"Yes?" she called back.
"You have a delivery," the maid explained and held out something wrapped in brown paper and string.
Irene perked up at that and rushed to place her bowl in the wooden bucket for the maids to take. She then moved towards the entrance to the dining hall and eagerly took the item from the maid.
"Thank you!" Irene exclaimed before she rushed off.
