Olennika Potcracker's Kitchen
Run by Olennika Potcracker, who lives above the kitchen, and Jorality Bancanor.
Olennika's kitchen serves the same purpose in the Village that the Dining Hall does in the castle: It provides free food and drink for anyone who wishes.
It is a no-alcohol establishment and serves mostly food improved with cooking magic.
Olennika and her staff also hand out trail rations.
Open 6 a.m. to 10 p.m..
Staff:
Willie
Packed Lunches/Picnics
Mention from Off the Train
The building is rather pretty, though much simpler in design than many of the ones around it. This one has a brown-and-white façade, the windows smaller and divided in a pattern by thin strips. Grey runs his hand over one of the beams in passing, noting the uneven feel, the structure, and the cracks. That does make him wonder for a moment whether going into this place was the right decision. Cracks tend to be bad. They cause things to collapse when you put weight on them, and there is a lot of weight resting on these.
No one seems concerned that the house might not stay upright, however, and he makes himself disregard the little jolt of warning inside him.
They enter a large room. The early morning light coming in through the window is still little enough to need help from lamps mounted on the walls. Tables are scattered around the room, with chairs all around them and benches along the edges of the room. The flooring doesn’t give, yet it feels softer under Grey’s feet than the street had.
As they settle around a corner table, and Grey is relieved to have a solid wall at his back and people in his view, he runs a hand over the tablecloth, checkered in blue and white. He thinks he can understand the variety of houses. People are keeping their bunks quite differently, so it stands to reason they would be doing the same with their homes. But there doesn’t seem to be any end to the diversity of things. He’s not sure why one needs a piece of fabric on the table in the first place. It seems like a bit of a waste, really, considering that it’s plenty of material to make some good clothes, and these people go through what Andrew would refer to as a metric fuckton of clothes – and there even seem to be different kinds. The one on Dani and Diesel’s kitchen table is made of white fabric shot through with small patterns in a different white thread. This one feels smooth and cool, not really like fabric at all.
