Noah took a huge bite of the peach he had placed on his silver plate, enjoying the taste that was considered a delicacy in the North. As he chewed, he saw the man whom had stormed out of the Great Hall earlier walk back into the Great Hall, then walked out the door. Noah guessed the man had work to do in the town, or some sort, but he did look a little more calm than before. Noah placed the peach down, and grabbed a nearby fork, poking a piece of the meat and placing it carefully in his mouth. While the food had been out for the while, it did not bother Noah. Hot meals were not common in the North, nor were meals where a wide variety such as the one in front of him. Noah was determined to enjoy the every bit of food he could get his hands on. The 3 weeks it had taken him, and his entourage, to make it to Mullen all he had eaten was winter wheat bread, and stream water. Not a diet he was fond of. As Noah feasted on the wonderful food, he would occasionally shrug his right shoulder forward, just making sure his right side was completely hidden.