Each of the party is absorbed in their own internal turmoil, contemplating the meaning of their nightmares. Perhaps some part of their psychology is feeding off stress and self-doubt? But maybe there is some other cause? Regardless, they are left to their thoughts as the servants gather everyone for their morning meal.
Breakfast is spitchcock served in the garden; a large bowl of water filled with live eels is set before each guest, along with a miniature harpoon for them to spear their choice of fish. Once an eel is harpooned, servants split its belly and grill it besides the table. The head is left intact, mouth still gaping when the meal is paced before the diners, ready to be eaten.
During breakfast, the assembled nobles brag of their hunting or tracking prowess, and money changes hands as they bet who among those assembled will be the first to bring in an eel.