Fihad prepared them a residence and took the supplies to a cellar, to be certain that they wouldn't be spoiled. Returning to the hall, he saw them having the meal so joined the table.
"Did they reach Jorsa?"
Asked Hashin. Jorsa was the capital of Alovena, the greatest city with a huge population and merchants.
"No, they seize the villages near the eastern mountains."
"So they don't come here too."
Guessed, Ryan.
"Well, but you came!" He meant that when he could come, the imps might do the same as Velatorians were greedy.
"You are so mean, sir Fihad."
Ryan wasn't that patient for this kind of quips.
"I don't mind sending you back to hell!"
He punched the table, leaning forward on it.
"Hm, try me!"
"You itch!"
"I don't but it seems you do!"
Ryan took a sip of water.
Fihad stood up, "show me that you are a man! You can start with taking your pants off!"
