At five in the afternoon, after handling some affairs, Sylvie returned to the square.

Throughout the afternoon, these Demi-humans barely moved under the sun, behaving as obediently as a flock of quails.

They neither ate nor drank, possibly feeling ashamed, as Sylvie's actions had thoroughly embarrassed them, knocking out their metaphorical teeth.

Two guards brought a table and chair for Sylvie.