The clinking of cutlery and the murmur of conversation filled the luxurious space of the Five Emperors Restaurant. Alister sat back in his plush chair, a satisfied sigh escaping his lips. Empty plates, piled high with remnants of a truly luxurious feast, surrounded him.
"Whew," he announced, patting his stomach with a playful grin. "That was incredible. Thanks for the hospitality, everyone. Now, where were we?"
A chuckle rippled around the table, the tension easing slightly under the weight of a shared indulgence. Anya, the Berserker guild master, leaned forward, her gaze sharp.
"Alright, kid. Now that you've successfully used our money to stuff yourself, let's get down to business."
A sudden silence descended upon the table. The lighthearted mood of the meal evaporated, replaced by an air of intense competition.
