A large Stone oven is placed in the center by the wall at the end of the room, next to it are placed many baskets containing specific kinds of food, like eggs, bread, potatoes. On the left wall beside the oven is a big table with pans and pots hanging from the ceiling above it. Many rolling pins, knives and cutting boards are scattered around the table. On the right wall beside of the oven are standing sacks of flour above which are settled small jars of powers and liquids of all kinds, and closer to the door, right next to them are hanging aprons and protective caps of the cooks who work in that kitchen. The place is very clean, shiny almost.
Tower kitchen, Inside Tower
cooks
vulture
I am a carrion bird. I soar above, waiting for you to die or be dead, then I eat you.
Say, I don't suppose you're going to have any leftover food, are you? You ask me this every day, dear Vulture. I am constantly amazed at a bird of prey with such a picky pallet. Here, taste this and tell me how it is.  Man, is that delicious. I'm always impressed by your talent. What are you making for dinner this evening? You think it's good as-is? The recipe book calls for more cumin, but I thought it a bit much. I'd recommend more dead, rotting meat...but then again, I feel like I always recommend more rotting meat. Surprise, surprise. I've been considering studying more baking techniques, but the kingdom is going through a grain shortage... I dream of making exquisite biscuits... I feel useless sitting around here and just waiting to taste your food. Is there something I can help with? I'm excellent at chopping things up into little pieces. You know, if you borrow that knife, maybe you'd have a better chance at catching dinner on your own. As much as I like to eat dead things, I don't like killing things. It's a conundrum, I do admit. Well how do your fellow vultures get by? Surely not every one of your friends has a personal chef like you do. They hang out and wait for things to die. Right now there's an old cat that they're keeping a close eye on. I do want you to know how much I appreciate you though. At least it's good to know that my cooking never goes unappreciated. And even better to know that you're not eating dead cat pate....yick.