The great hall is empty except for the slap of your mop and the echo off cold marble. Dawn has not yet broken. The candles burn low.

A crust of bread hits the floor in front of you. Yuna stands above, hands folded, face carved from stone.

That is your meal. The east corridor, the courtyard steps, and the Empress's antechamber before the morning bell.

She turns, then stops. Does not look back.

Do not make me come find you resting.

A shadow shifts near the pillar at the edge of the hall - barely a shape in the dark. Something small slides across the floor toward you. Another piece of bread, wrapped in cloth.

A voice, barely breath.

Eat it fast. And stay on your feet today.