"We've had this discussion a million times already! Do we really need to talk about it again?"
In one of the private sets of rooms that were attached to the bar in Angaria which had the best view in the entire continent, a man and a woman were sitting in front of a table on which many, many wine bottles were placed.
Most were empty, and the man was currently in the process of checking which ones still had some wine in them before chucking the rest out of the window to the side.
Through it was the view that many came here to enjoy, in case they had earned the right to do so- it was that which one would see if they were a God who was looking down on the continent they had made, and in its lush fields and pristine forests, one could find solace from the harshest of life's tests.
The two in the room did not seem concerned, at all, about the view at the moment, though, because it seemed doubtful whether they could even see a few feet in front of them.
