Tijana had quickly left, giving Lancelot a meaningful look before she departed, to which Lancelot responded with a serene smile.
Everyone enjoyed the meal immensely, all agreeing it was the best dinner since they had arrived in the Abyss. Kalalin's magic wasn't perfect, as he hadn't managed to completely transform all the alcohol, resulting in young Esha, who had just gotten up, ending up drunk, much to the shame of the undead.
Kalalin found the process of carrying Esha's breathless body to the tomb and then placing it into the wooden coffin eerily reminiscent of a certain Evil God's sacrificial ritual.
Lancelot stood on the patio outside the dining room, glass of red wine in hand, looking over the brightly lit main area of Twin Bridges Town.
The air contained a kind of invisible magic that suppressed the propagation of sound, making the surroundings quite silent, allowing him to clearly hear his own inner voice.
