That evening, the tables at the servants' dining hall were filled with tired but lively conversations. The walls had flickering torches to cast light across the room.
A group of servants were sharing laughter despite the tiring day, giving the room a cheerful ambient noise.
Inside the kitchen, the cooks hustled to keep up with the hungry servants' demands. The aroma of the dishes they prepared filled the air, blending into the medley.
There were sounds of chopping vegetables, sizzling in pans, and pots boiling. The chefs moved around, setting the wooden plates and bowls to ensure that everyone in the servant quarters would have their fill for the night.
Mira was there to help with the other maids, lending a hand wherever she could. She hurried around, balancing the plates filled to brim over to the servants' tables.