122 Abandoned Food

"You're shaking again," Frey said as he pointed to Doevm's shaking hands with his fork. A piece of food fell off it and back into his soup, splashing onto the floor of the commoners' dining hall. While some water went everywhere, since the amount of people staying were cut in half from twenty to ten, there was no one close enough to get hit; no one but Doevm.

"And you're clumsy," Doevm dabbed the stuff away with his napkin. "Don't worry about me. It'll go away soon enough. You on the other hand, I doubt will be fixed anytime soon."

"Sorry," Frey pulled his serving closer to him as he slurped it down. "But aren't you excited for the noble tournament today? We can go see Thomas in action."

"You also suck at changing subjects." Doevm shook his head and downed the rest of his gruel. "But I am a little excited though. The noble fights should be interesting. I want to see how they use life essence compared to us."