Go figure the moment she managed to find her way out of the Keep's reading room, most of what had been served at lunch was gone. She had heard rumors that Grey Warden appetites were stuff made of legend....except the legend was more of a reality in the case before her eyes.
Quickening her steps, Deidre strode across the dining hall. By luck, she managed to catch one of the kitchen staff before he packed away the remains of the meal. After retrieving a plate of bread, cheese, and slices of meat, the cleric-to-be turned to head back out of the room after she made a quick sweep of the people within it.