"Phut! Mm!"
Richard pushed Gro's face into the bowl of meat soup and then let go.
Gro lifted his head, his face smeared with minced meat, and looked at Richard in panic, "Lord Richard, you—"
"Shush!"
Richard didn't speak but merely grabbed Gro's shoulder and pulled him to the side. Before Gro could react, he heard a "whoosh" of a dagger flying past his ear and "thud" embedding into the wall beside them.
"Uh, this!"
Richard gestured to something in the distance, and Gro turned his head to look. He then realized the chaos had started from a long table far away and was spreading all around. A group that had been chatting and drinking was now fighting for some reason. The dagger had been thrown during the fight. Another flying knife would have struck his head if Richard hadn't pushed him into the meat soup.
This… was a bit dangerous.
