After being shown his room, Korvik left his fellow representatives and made his way to the banquet hall. He was glad to find four familiar faces in their expected spot. Scurrying to the open seat by Oli, Korvik snatched a bite off of Oli's plate.
"What's that for?"
"For needing to postpone our duel,' Korvik chuckled, quickly swallowing. "Ahh… So good."
Shaking his head with a slight smile, Oli sipped his wine. "I guess we'll have to fight some other time."
"Anyway, my father should be fine," Kraz continued, "otherwise, he wouldn't hold the reputation he does."
"Well, I'm glad to hear that," Oli remarked.
Tilgron nodded but didn't seem concerned. "It's not the first time he's been summoned to help the prefecture lord."
Vant agreed, swirling his glass in thought. "True… But I'm curious to hear about it once he's back."
"Anyone looking ta fight da lord is in trobble…"
