Since escaping from the tower, Marcos has been trying to come to terms with everything that has been thrown at him. One, that he's apparently in some completely different dimension where dragons and zombies are a thing, while everyone gives him a funny look at the word 'mutant'. Two, that they're completely cut off from everyone else they know and he has no clue where to find them. And three, that he and Lorna are again on separate sides and forced to not only meet in secret, but work to sabotage each other.

It's a lot.

That last point is what he's stuck on as he walks down the halls of the palace, having just sent his 'attendants' away so he could think in peace. They're presumably being paid, like he is, to ruin the reputations of some witches he admittedly isn't too fond of. But it still seems beyond strange that he's been given authority over them, like he has any idea what he's doing here.

With everything on his mind, he doesn't realize how hungry he is until he spots the basket of bread and the woman who just left it on the table.

"Wow." He really can't help but comment once he gets a closer look. After what he survived on while he was drugged in a cage, it's hard not to marvel that they eat like this in the palace. Realizing he said that out loud, he looks up to the woman with raised eyebrows. "That looks... amazing. Did you make it?"