Sounds like the answer is more 'it's complicated', but Natasha just accepts that for now and inclines her head in agreement. Even if it was pretty fascinating to learn about. "Of course." Discretion was probably wise right now anyway.
Stepping down into the kitchens, the room is relatively quiet now - the day's meals finished and most of the cooks and servers done for the day. Scents linger from the day's dinner and it doesn't take Natasha long to spot one of the cooks she's spoken to on several other occasions. She catches Lenore's gaze before inclining her head towards the stout woman and heading in that direction.
The cook glances up as she approaches, giving her a wry look. "Don't tell me you worked through dinner again?"
Natasha just grins and shakes her head, however, since that was often a convenient excuse for her to come down here and linger among the servants for a while in their downtime. "Not tonight, for once. But I was hoping you could help us with something." She takes the curious look she gets as permission, glancing around the kitchen. "Those grain shipments that Solvunn sent to Thorne. Did any of it end up here at the castle?"
The cook just looks puzzled at the question before inclining her head. "Sure it did, we probably got the largest portion of it, although some was shipped off to Borrel among the military supplies. Whatever was left was sent down to Nott, I think. Why?"
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Stepping down into the kitchens, the room is relatively quiet now - the day's meals finished and most of the cooks and servers done for the day. Scents linger from the day's dinner and it doesn't take Natasha long to spot one of the cooks she's spoken to on several other occasions. She catches Lenore's gaze before inclining her head towards the stout woman and heading in that direction.
The cook glances up as she approaches, giving her a wry look. "Don't tell me you worked through dinner again?"
Natasha just grins and shakes her head, however, since that was often a convenient excuse for her to come down here and linger among the servants for a while in their downtime. "Not tonight, for once. But I was hoping you could help us with something." She takes the curious look she gets as permission, glancing around the kitchen. "Those grain shipments that Solvunn sent to Thorne. Did any of it end up here at the castle?"
The cook just looks puzzled at the question before inclining her head. "Sure it did, we probably got the largest portion of it, although some was shipped off to Borrel among the military supplies. Whatever was left was sent down to Nott, I think. Why?"