Sylvia and Elliot sat at the table where the black witch was being served with food. The man was eating at such speed that they doubted they had seen even a vampire eat at this pace. One dish getting over after another and the maid kept bringing more food.
Elliot leaned towards Sylvia, turning his head to her to ask, "Why is a black witch sitting in the dining room? Aren't you supposed to send him to the servants quarters and let him eat there?"
"Lord Alexander was the one who asked him to sit in the dining room," Sylvia whispered back to him so that the witcher wouldn't hear them, not that he would see him concentrate on his food as the fourth plate was served to him.
"How strange," Elliot murmured, his head turning back to look at the black witch.
