The handcarts and horse-drawn carriages that had been left lying in disorder across the great hall last night had already been dragged away and stored neatly by the people, and the floor of the house had been swept and cleaned until it was spotless.
The able-bodied slaves had also gone outside to work, and the injured guards were no longer lying on the tables; instead, they had been moved to a warm corner beside the large fireplace.
That area was spread with a thick, clean layer of dry hay to serve as a mattress, covered with blankets on top.
Inside the fireplace, a fire was burning, crackling softly as it radiated heat, and a young female slave was sitting nearby, tending to them and keeping watch.
When the two of them saw Jasmine approaching, they hurriedly attempted to stand up to perform a bow of salutation to Jasmine.
"Don't move, just lie still there.
