Iola was enjoying the muffin. If nobody was going to bring her food—then she'd bring it to herself. Following the guy who visited Timothy's door did indeed bring her to the dining hall. Except she realized that there was something strange about the people here. And no, it wasn't said guy who had brought himself food but wasn't eating. She glanced at him. He was staring into thin air and muttering to himself... she'd acknowledge that it was odd—although that wasn't what she was referring to.
It was the mere fact that there were a lot of Nobles in the area.
