Alfred walked into the hall stationed to be the dining hall with a few men surrounding him. He looked refreshed, all cleaned and clothed in a pant and shirt his age.
Alfred took the seat one of the men pointed for him to sit on, staring at Mr. Wyatt who was already seated cautiously.
From Mr. Wyatt's class and status, he had seen it as unreasonable to talk to a tattered-looking man with blood stains and smell around him. So, he ordered his son's men to clean the man up before he would hold a conversation with him.
With Alfred seated before him, Mr. Wyatt dropped his cutleries and fixed his eyes on the man. With an impressive nod towards Daniel for a job well done, he nodded to them to dismiss and returned to his meal.
Alfred was already back to normal. The only thing out of place was the eye bags under his eyes as the only visible thing off his outward appearance.
"Eat," Mr. Wyatt ordered coldly, not looking away from his food.
