Poison?

 Zaos sighed once he put on the formal clothes that he always wore during parties. He disliked those… even though they were so soft and light. He felt way more comfortable wearing his armor and carrying his big-ass sword.

"It is just like they say, the clothes really make the man," Erean said with his arms crossed and while grinning.

 Fortunately, things were somewhat simple for man. They basically wore the same kind of clothes at parties, at least in the Sairus kingdom, but women rarely wore the same dresses two times in a year. At least things were that much practical to him.

"Did you notice anything off until now?" Zaos asked since Erean was observing things through the window of their room.