[Past] Accident, Murder, or Murdurr?

She snorted, rather than respond with her voice. He knew her too well; and like a father, could anticipate the look on her face from her tone. She trailed after him in silence, blending into the shadows and following the scents of the kitchen.

Ella stayed in the doorway, quietly clocking an exit to the back and another to the left; servant's quarters, it'd seem. After a moment of examining the many cooks that fell to their knees, she moved around the parameter of the room, slowly. Heeled shoes clicking against the floor, to check one exit and then another. Any movement from the vermin on the ground earned a glare, and her steps only paused as she reached the side exit, taking a moment to firmly shut the door and bolt it.

And then, she resumed to the back exit, to do the same. We would like to talk to the Tart Maker. His tarts are delicious and we must provide accolades to his face. She called, from the back of the kitchen.

@Malachai Valentius