Time passed quickly as Aiden lamented and eventually went to freshen himself up in the washroom. Donning his clothes from yesterday, he left the room and made his way towards the dining room to enjoy what was probably the last of the sumptuous meals for at least the next 30 or so days.
Arriving as last like how a leader should, he quickly took the only empty seat left empty to the side of Masked Mistress who was seated at the helm, and to the right of Sara, who was already donning her 'official' guild attire, only that she left the large hood pulled down for the time being.
Not really bothered by the strange seating plan, he silently nodded at the ones present before taking his seat and turning his attention to the Mistress who, for feasibility, was only using a half-mask, covering the upper half of her face and leaving her thin, fine lips free to look at. At the upper right corner of her lips, the end of the cut mark could be seen.