"Master, may I speak?"
Talho was sitting on the chair of his office, slowly balancing a drink in his hands. It was of much smaller intensity than Wein's drinks.
"You already did, but you may do so again."
Mafe, his ever-loyal mage, and servant, nodded and said.
"Should you not warn the masters of the silver-eyed warrior that he is about to achieve his goal here?"
Talho understood where his servant was coming from. He took a sip of his drink before explaining.
"It would be a waste to call them if he is dead."
His servant frowned in confusion at that.
"Does master believe the one that calls himself Sword can deal with the silver-eyed warrior?"
But Talho shook his head.
"No. I think there is something weird going on here. And either way, even if there is nothing, those little bastards are getting too cocky."
