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r (keoughr) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,

She shook her head. "Not to my knowledge. I have a room to myself. I'm not sure about everyone else, though." She was grateful for his reassurance, but she didn't feel as if she had quite made up for it yet. His comment about Legolas made her long for him and she nodded. The ranger seemed to draw into himself and Giselle was mildly surprised when he agreed to getting some food.

"I'd be delighted." She smiled at him and then led him away from the large front desk down a large corridor with doors leading off of it. As they came within sight of the transparent double doors, the odors of food hit them. It smelled like a mixture of fresh breads, stewed meats and seasoned vegetables. It smelled delightful to her. Breakfast had been good from the tent outside, but she was looking forward to something a little more substantial for lunch.

Pushing through the double doors she was met again by the strange people who seemed to work in all corners of the city. They had faces, albeit rather plain and rather unattractive features, but they were immediately forgotten upon glancing away. She didn't understand it, and at first hadn't noticed it, but she did now. When she tried to cement one of the workers' faces in her head and then glance away, it was gone. She didn't know how it was done, or why, but it troubled her.

She seated herself in a booth along one wall and pointed to the opposite bench. "Have a seat. They serve us here, much the way they did on Mirage." She handed him a menu and then began to peruse it herself. She'd only been here once before, but the food had been good then. She expected the same thing now.