Kyra takes the cup and turns it over as she speaks to Wendelstein.

Keep your drink. I prefer wine. And sport. And you will provide me neither. And I am the common folk. She emphasizes the word common.

And they will protect me, as much as I will protect them.

And with that, Kyra leaves the room, to go downstairs.

Soon enough, she has a glass of wine in hand, one of the serving maids on her arm, and is looking for where men were wrestling.