Steam rose from the fragrant liquid filling half the teacup. Lord Hyantor's thick brows drew together as the tea reflected his grimace. He never liked tea. Never grew up drinking such a tasteless expensive thing. He'd rather down a barrel of rum than be forced to drink this bland thing. However, there were times when he couldn't refuse when offered. Most especially when Erik persistently forces him to drink his specialized tea that could ease Hyantor's joints. It was far more bitter than his whole life's experiences.
Groaning, the burly lord glanced at the powerful man sitting expressionlessly at his desk. Hyantor leaned back on the couch, ignoring the teacup on the table. Instead, his eyes fell on the familiar jewelry, fiddled within the High Lord's hand. The golden-eyed man looked so serious as he manipulated the mana within the bracelet.
