Rather than walk down the dining hall, Cynthia turned to the left and began walking. When they reached the wall, she opened a door that revealed another dining hall, though no where near as exquisite. The walls were bare, the chairs and table simple wood, and the table was far smaller. That's not to say it wasn't still nicer than the majority of other, less wealthy, people's. "This is the hall where the slaves eat. Two meals a day, prepared by the chef,"
She smiled, knowing the prospect of a meal prepared by a chef would likely be a complete shock to Alsake. "You see, money is just an object to me. It is far easier to just ship in large quantities of food that I use than to go out of my way to find food for the slaves."
