Getting up, Damian went to the washroom, accompanied by a guard soldier who stayed with him the whole way following behind. He met the pretty maid on the way; she stopped him with a hand gesture.
"Bring him to the dining room once he's done," she instructed the soldier. Then she gave Damian a look and turned away.
As instructed, the armored soldier brought him to another highly decorated room with a large dining table surrounded by chairs and nothing else, the whole room was empty besides the table. The walls as in the hall below were decorated with utmost care. The maid was already there. She nodded at the soldier, who backed away and stood in a corner of the room. Damian, unsure of what to do and still feeling pain on his back, walked a bit into the windowless room looking around.
"Here..." she said, getting his attention.
