it until morning. Apparently, the problem had solved itself.
Draco got up and stretched. A morning bath was just what he needed. The dragon glanced at the trunk again, deciding that he should put something on before going to look for the bathroom.
Refreshed and with his usual energy, Draco entered the dining room. They had eaten dinner here the previous day, so he managed to find his way without anyone's help. The room was dark, but candles were burning on the table, allowing him to see the food on it. In addition to fresh bread, he spotted fresh vegetables, various types of cheese, honey, two kinds of salad and butter. Several people were sitting at the table. Captain Forth was talking quietly to the sergeant, who was responsible for the security of the estate. The older man seemed to be listening intently to his superior. Next to him sat a burly gentleman with a weather-beaten face and bushy eyebrows that were perpetually furrowed, who was introduced to the dragon as supervisor Firsk.
Draco bowed politely, and the assembled guests responded in kind. The boy took a vacant seat at the table. As no one had started the meal, the dragon could only wait, trying to hear something from the quiet conversation of the military men.
Finally, after an agonisingly long wait, the master entered the room accompanied by the priest Sommenfell. The two men engaged in a rather courteous conversation. Everyone stood up to greet them. At the same time, the housekeeper Bardson appeared in the second doorway. After exchanging pleasantries, everyone sat down at the table and began to eat breakfast.
For the dragon, it was a somewhat strange meal. No one was talking, and everything was as quiet as possible. He also noticed that the master often looked as if he wanted to ask him something, but gave up at the last moment. When the meal was over, the priest spoke.
-Would you like to join me in morning prayers?
-Of course, Reverend. - The housekeeper replied before he had even finished his question.
