Well, it's the beginning of another week, and once again, I, Zilvagias, am preparing to face the heartwarming dinner with my father and siblings.
Dressed in an outfit similar to last week's fancy (from a barbarian's perspective) attire, I arrive at the palace. I've attached an obsidian knife to my waist and a decorative coil made from a soldier's bones, shaped into a whip.
While it doesn't have the immediate versatility of Platiphia's spear, it can be used as one in a pinch. I doubt anyone would be foolish enough to attack me in the palace… but better to be safe than sorry.
When I arrive right on time, "Gluttonous Food Fighter" Spinézia is already seated, devouring a mountain of appetizers.
"Ah, hey there."