"You're a bit late," I respond as I finish off my dessert. "The soup's probably cold, but if you cared, you would have been here on time." My words are harsh, but I have no interest in tempering myself for the weakling. "If you need anything, ask one of the maids."

I retreat to my chambers, knowing that I have work to do. I lock the door, barricade it with a dresser, and enter the hidden hallways behind the bookcase. The entire manor is my playground. From the servants' chambers in the basement, the guest bedrooms on the first two floors, or my own private dungeon, I have free reign to watch and observe the actions of others.

Only one of them looks at all prepared, and that's Marigay. There's a huge suitcase in her room, filled with Lord knows what. I can't imagine her to be the type that would bring many outfits to a battle such as this; no, there's equipment in there, but what kind? Perhaps I'll get a chance to see what is in that suitcase...

Luisa's packing light, and I can't even begin to comprehend what her strategy is. No matter. Like the others, I'll just have to observe and learn.