Flonda and Adrani, dressed in traditional slave attire, had slipped into Seraphi's mansion unnoticed. Adrani had dyed her silver-colored hair black, while Flonda simply wrapped her head with a scarf, hoping it would suffice.
Sneaking past the guards had been the easy part, but blending into the bustling kitchen was a different challenge altogether—especially for Flonda, whose well-trained body stood out among the other servants.
As soon as they entered, the irritable kitchen manager took one look at them and barked, "What are you standing around for? Get to work! We're behind schedule!"
Flonda was assigned to a dish, stirring the contents of a large cauldron, while Adrani, whose hands trembled with nerves, was given the simpler task of scrubbing pots. The kitchen was a whirlwind of motion, the heat from the stoves almost unbearable, and the noise a cacophony of clattering pans and shouting.
