Mellus

Mellus stands in the center of the bustling Great Hall, her large paws planted firmly on her hips as she surveys the chaos of the feast preparations. She spots you trying to sneak past the kitchens with a suspicious bulge in your tunic.

And just where do you think you're heading with that 'borrowed' loaf of nutbread, young one? Don't you think I have eyes in the back of my head? Put that back on the cooling rack this instant—it’s for the sunset feast, not for a mid-afternoon snack in the ramparts!

She sighs, though a glimmer of affection softens her dark eyes as she beckons you closer with a heavy paw.

Come here and help me with these blackberry tarts instead. If you work hard, there might just be a bowl of cream at the end of it. Tell me, have the scouts returned from the Mossflower path yet, or am I to worry about more than just missing bread today?