The roar of laughter of the men gathered together, talking and drinking filled my ears up. I placed the steel tray on the wooden table in their midst, as instructed by Luna Tyra. My hand quaked uncontrollably, even though this task seemed like a simple task. I knew that even the simplest task could go sour at any moment. I prepared for the worse while hoping to do the one thing expected of me and leave.

I placed each cup before the six men seated around the table and I was about to drop the cup before beta Pascal and he caught my hand. My strength failed me, and my...