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.
Even now, she'd notice one of them, a young man with golden hair and blue eyes. He was looking around with a bothered expression on his face. Perhaps he was the highest leveled person in the Noble Class now? Not necessarily. His family name must have been in the higher peerage for him to be aggravated now. She picked out a few red haired people and identified them from the Primrose House—and there were three of them.
