Through the exuberant stairways decorated with the paintings of former rulers and legendary heroes, they were led to a suite of their own within the castle.
Outfitted with kingly beds and enough fine wine to send a whale into a drunken stupor, they were more than accommodated.
Matteo sat at the in-home bar, pouring himself a cup of wine, "I will say, the people of Galios know fine taste."
At the same time, the woman of abundant muscle and lacking manners sprawled on a chair, guzzling mead from a barrel, "—You can say that!"
All the while, Gael watched with a sigh, considering the fact both his familiars had a fondness for alcohol.
Blythe sat on the window-side seat of the exuberant castle stay, "So…The fact you're alive means the Monarch passed you."
"Yeah," Gael answered, sitting on the edge of the bed as he fed the capybara from a bowl of fruit. "Did you know that was going to happen? That he would try and kill me?"
