Samsul walked over to the two trays that had their breakfast meal on them and picked them both of carefully. He didn't want for them to spill onto the ground while he was walking with them. The Lost Elf had managed to get through the door without a hitch and walked down the halls to the dining hall. He would have to thank whoever had made their breakfast. Although he was sure that Eric had made the food, Samsul knew well that he wasn't the only chef there, and it could have been any of the others that he failed the remember the names of.

As he reached the door to the dining hall, Samsul pushed the grand doors open and walked down to the door that led to the kitchens, pushing those doors open as well. As he did so, a young chef in about his teens snapped over to the door and quickly tried to help the Lost Elf by taking one of the trays from him. "I'm sorry that you had to walk all the way over here without assistance... Sir Samsul." It was obvious that the boy was new, and although he knew of the title that Samsul held, he didn't know what to call him. Samsul shook his head at the young boy and placed the tray down on a counter. "It's quite alright. I cam here not only to deliver these to you, but also to thank the man or woman who set up the breakfast." The teen scratched his head and smiled sheepishly as he looked at the older man. "That would be me. You didn't come in for breakfast like usual, so Eric assumed that you were either sleeping in or..." He drifted off as he blushed slightly at a certain thought. The Teen shook his head and looked at Samsul. "Eric has taken me in as his apprentice, since he sees that he 'should have a young man or woman learn all of the great secrets of a great chef.'"