From the spectator stand of the Colosseum.
Richard and Master Puskas sat side by side, encircled by silently standing individuals. Only the occasional crackling sounds of roaring bonfires piercing the silence from the Colosseum below, their flickering glow casting light upon the two mildly resembling faces.
The place was spacious with plenty of seats. A few dignitaries occupied the distant seats, also encircled by their entourages. They stood distinctly separated from Richard's party.
These distinguished individuals initially desired to sit with Master Puskas. That desire quickly wilted under the gaze of his sly eyes, much like delicate lotus leaves in the autumn season.
Their gazes encountered the glint in the untidy eyes of Master Puskas, a light as blazing hot as the bonfires in the middle of the arena, intense like a red-hot branding iron freshly drawn from the forge.
So in the end, Richard remained the only one sitting next to the Master.
