Ashton walked into the dining room, refusing to acknowledge a word Amaya said. Except the last sentence.<br/><br/>"It must have been hard."<br/><br/>What was? Other than fighting two demon hunters at once. She sounded a little knowing... about something. But Ashton shrugged it off her mind for now.<br/><br/>Capet was in the dining room faster than Sir Ashton was, without a single drop of blood upon him. A small bandage wrapped the wound he received from Brian, the only sign of the fight that happened minutes ago.<br/><br/>The dining hall was grander than the entrance itself. Walls reaching the third storey spanned all four corners, and grand tapestries depicting hordes of men at war hung around every wall. A long table draped in a red tablecloth sat in the centre of the room, with benches spaced evenly along it. A grand chair for Sir Ashton sat at the end of the table. This was her seat of power.<br/><br/>"Capet. Get this... person," said Ashton. She turned her head slightly back at Amaya, scowling. "A meal. In the servant's dining room. And tell her to leave that dining room by the other door. Make sure the others get to eat too."<br/><br/>Capet nodded. Ashton had an odd habit of sleeping in the dining room. And she wanted no one to find that out.<br/><br/>"This way, Lady Amaya," said Capet with a smile, pointing at a small, discrete doorway in the dining room.