The commons held many bags, and crates. It seemed that many of them held bread, dried fruits, and jerkies. One of the soldiers had wanted to find something to spice things up. Opening up a cabinet her hand experimentally picked up a jar or cinnamon.
She thinned her gaze to read the contents. 'Oh wow, we don't even have this at home'. The top wiggled and slipped off of the bottle.
Solemnly and calmly her eyes followed down to the tap on the floor which exploded cinnamon all over the floor.
There came faint mumbles, it was some ways off though.
Not bothered by this, her head quirked a bit towards the doorway to the hall.
Her eyes returned