"Gahahaha", Rekior let out a satisfied breath, turning it into a small chuckle as he whipped away a small drop of liquor spilling from his mouth.
"This is pretty good stuff", he said, tapping the rim of an open barrel nearly the size of his monstrous torso.
To his right, the little earthmite sat with it's body slumped again the red velvet couch, the back and the arm rests lined with solid gold. All around them, books filled the walls. Sat across from Rekior and the earthmite on identical couches, Milo, Ray, Marcos and Dark each sat, anxiously awaiting.
To Milo's right, on a small, elevated platform, King Eldergan and Queen Marguritte sat with their noses pointed down at them, a look of disbelief on etched onto their usually calm expressions.
As soon as the bout had ended, Ewan and Tarot were dismissed and assigned to clean up duty, something Milo didn't believe to be fitting for their status, however both men complied without complaint.
