Gurhh!
Jerouch belched, dropping the ceramic wine pot on the wooden table with a low thud.
Ob his table were different varieties of dishes. Brown pasta, boiled monster meat, grilled sea crabs, myiad of vegetables, many he didn't even recognize.
Huh, he let out a soft breath, patting his stomach, his eyes twinkling accompanied by a wide, crook grin.
'There food is top notch, I must say.' Jerouch muttered, gulping another cold wine down his moist throat.
It was his second day in the capital, the day the royal guild would select its new members. Many young warlocks ha already gathered at the place of selection, while more were still flocking towards the royal guild.
Such an opportunity rarely came by, and many could not bare to lose the only chance they had to soar high in the kingdom.