Galliard left to send the message, Estefan sat there enjoying the coffee. He looked around while drinking it, it was a busy day for his servants.
The servants had already begun their daily work, gliding through the halls like well-trained assassins, ensuring that nothing looked out of place when their master emerged.
After finishing his coffee, he stood up and stretched. The cup was taken by a servant who quickly made their way towards the kitchen. He then walked towards the dining hall which was near the kitchen so the food could arrive with ease.
Estefan sat at the long table in the dining hall and beside him stood Ericka, a young maid present there who had mostly served him up close ever since he arrived in the City. Her hands were clasped in front of her lap, posture straight, her head slightly bowed which was a model of proper etiquette.
