Tycondrius chuckled, listening to Lone's and Pale's conversation.
It was likely that the Tyrion wine made him more agreeable.
He was glad for their company... and for their loyalty. They brought with them the spirit of Sol Invictus in friendly banter and camaraderie. Even Sasha seemed to be enjoying herself, as she was smiling more than she ever had in the past.
"Lady and gentlemen," Tycon called the table to silence, "Tomorrow, we shall train again... and we'll continue to do so until we hear word from either Sorina or House Vanzano."
"We're not leaving immediately, Boss?" Lone asked.
"Master has to stay..." Sasha pouted.
Pale tilted his head up, his gaze far away, "I... was sorta hoping we could get away from Troia. The sooner, the better."
