That gets an alarmed look from the cook and a muttered Goodness! as she turns and reaches for the apron currently hung on a peg on the wall. Fishing in one of the pockets, she comes up with a wrought iron key, holding it out to them.

"If there's anything wrong with the supplies we've been sent, it'll be my head if people start getting sick from it. The shipments we got are down in the storage cellar, just follow those steps down over there." She points across to the far end of the kitchens where a shadowed alcove holds a set of descending stone stairs. "The shipment will be easy to spot - it's the biggest one piled in the corner."

Natasha reaches out to take the key with a reassuring smile. "I'm sure it won't be anything to be worried about, we just want to make sure. Wither everything so tense right now, we'd all rather be safe than sorry, I think. We'll return this to you after we check on the grain."

Casting Lenore a look and inclining her head towards the stairs, she steps away from the cook and heads towards that alcove leading down to the cellar. Keeping her voice pitched low once they're out of range, she lets her lips quirk faintly. "Well, that went better than it could have. Thanks."