"Well, I hope you all enjoyed your dish, the meal prepared for you. If you want anything else, tell us and we'll bring it," a man dressed as a butler said. Everyone nodded.
Meanwhile, Lyra was in the stables, scrubbing the horse. "Hey, what's wrong with you? Scrub that horse well, or you'll get whipped," a butler snapped at Lyra, who was disguised as a butler. Tears welled in Lyra's eyes as she worked. What the hell is going on? I came to eat. I enjoyed myself disguised as a butler, but I didn't plan on cleaning or picking up after animals. And why is this old man whipping me? Is this what being a butler means? Lyra muttered, sad, as she kept scrubbing.
Back in the mansion's great hall, where the contestants gathered, everyone kept to themselves. Tharion sat apart with Fenric; no one mingled. People took plates, filled them, and poured wine.
