On the third day of Clash Mania, there were ten teams left standing. Should we win today's match, we would qualify to the semifinals.
"I'm not much of a gatekeeper or something," Ivan was lounging on his usual spot, looking pointedly at the person sitting opposite him. "But why is this girl here? And for the goddesses' sake, it's been an hour. Why has no one bothered to introduce her?"
Meryl was sprawled on a velvet couch, hugging a bowl of crackers that she took from our table. She's certainly the very definition of making oneself comfortable. When she walked in here and greeted us, she instantly made the tent like her home. The captain, having known of her, wasn't the least bit surprised with our little gatecrasher. While, Melrick, who didn't care too much about other people, simply glanced at her and returned his nose into his book.
