Breakfast service continued until nearly ten before it ended.
Uninitiated guests enjoyed the spectacle, connoisseurs appreciated the dishes, while some guests liked to discuss the direction of the blade as it parted meat from bone, the texture of meat when sliced, and mused about Mr. Durin's arm strength as he tossed the giant pot—if it were concentrated into a punch, just how many of them it could hammer to death.
Kemis Yulian, the werewolf, was sitting in front of Mr. Durin at that time.
His family had also been assassins—before the curse that turned them into werewolves befell them.
Just as the Idar family only bore daughters, after the Tri-Saint Society split, some fleeing families were cursed. They either vanished into the annals of time, fading into oblivion, or struggled painfully to survive to this day.
In Kemis's generation, he was the only one left in his family.
