"Welcoming, from the East, Gate Master Du of the East Pole Gate."
A clear voice traveled over a hundred meters, reaching their ears.
"The banquet is ready, be my guest!"
Garen stood up, gesturing his invitation with one hand, and then he walked into a small door on the right.
The others hurried after him, Hochman nodding slightly at Garen, as though hinting something, before he walked away alone, without a word.
Du Xinglong and the others followed Garen through the door, into a medium-sized private room, with a round table in the center that was already laden with a variety of dishes. Most of the dishes were oriental, they could tell that this was prepared beforehand.
After the few of them took their seats, maids immediately served them appetizer soups.
It was steaming hot and smelled delicious.
