"All right then," Maggie nodded and pulled a bottle of water from the bar fridge behind her and sliding it over. Next she pulled a fresh loaf of honey wheat from the display and started slicing. "Sorry if I'm acting a bit odd, but in my mind bread and water is what's served to people being punished or held captive for some reason. If that's the custom where you're from, it's wrong of me to question it."

She finished slicing and put two thick slices on a plate with a small dish of whipped butter. "I'm Maggie," she said as she slid it over. "Maggie Donnelly, welcome to Faelan's Folly."