"Cinna sees that you gentlemen are busy. He won't be in your way." Cinna said politely to the people who remained in the barracks. He backed up to the door, bowed, and stepped out side. "Food seems to be the word of the hour, and Cinna doesn't mind if he obliges."

He hopped a little, then skipped down the hallway to the dining hall. However, that wasn't his real destination. He turned at a corner and made his way outside of the castle. 

He stood outside, gazing at the late evening sky as the breeze blew through his hair and hat. He knew he wouldn't be able to do this every night, or his secret might get out. But tonight was a special night, and he had a special craving for only the freshest of food. Silent as the night, he dashed off into the late evening, promising himself he'd be back before any suspicion arose.