Freya followed Cyrus without saying a word, walking next to Harol as they headed for the dining room. Nothing in the house seemed familiar to Freya, and she figured that it would take her quite a while until she would be able to make her way through house without getting lost at least once before reaching her destination. She wasn't really used to being in such great buildings, or in all honesty, anything bigger than a tavern. Finding the way in a tavern was quite easy, pretty much the only room she would need to find was the room she'd be sleeping in. In here, it was an entirely case. It seemed like there was a different room for any kind of action one could think of, or so it seemed to Freya.

As Freya sat down, she was assisted by one of the servants, although the rogue considered it unnecessary. She was perfectly fine of sitting down by herself, why would she need a servant to pull the chaos from under the table for her? It seemed nothing short of useless to her, but she decided to not reject the servant's help, not wanting to seem rude. Rudeness wasn't something that she cared much about, but she supposed that it would be good to show good manners towards their hosts, especially considering the fact that they would be staying here for a few more weeks. And even though the woman was a rogue and had already been so for a fair amount years, she still at least knew enough about manners to behave decently.

When it was announced what they would be having for meal, Freya quietly thought to herself that it did sound like much to her. She was used to eating whatever she could find on the road, which with some luck, was a bird or any other kind of wildlife, if not berries, and if she was close to a village, something small she had managed to get from a store. Whether the food was stolen or pair for, varied. Here, however, they had two meals rather than just one, and both sounded great. While Lord Mortimer and Cyrus did something that seemed much like praying, she remained quiet, seeing no need to cite it.