Lez looked at Lumian with confusion and asked, "Can you make decisions for the owner here?"
"Yes, because I am the owner now," Lumian replied with a smile, pointing to himself.
The human meat chef, Lez, was even more perplexed. "Weren't we just exiled to Morora together?"
It had been less than an hour since they arrived.
Lumian tilted his head and pointed his chin towards the destroyed bar area. "I had a duel with the previous owner and won this bar from him."
Lez's eyes suddenly lit up. "Is he dead? Where's his body?"
"The enforcers took it away, probably to be buried in the cemetery," Lumian said, walking to the edge of the hall and picking up a relatively intact chair, placing it next to the ruined bar.
Lez sighed regretfully but followed Lumian's suggestion and went into the kitchen to start cooking.
Lumian wandered to the bar area, searching for the two "steaks" he and Albus hadn't eaten.
