• Still A Smart Man

"Come in and take a seat," Bellunder said, his voice commanding yet calm.

Sharing a short glance at each other, Spheris and Lirael closed the door after them and walked towards the table with careful steps. Their eyes wandered around the room, admiring its grandiose and the amount of callisters that were spent to afford this grandiose.

Finally they took their seats across from one another, on both sides of Lord Bellunder.

As soon as they did, maids appeared beside them and opened the trays of food. They poured wine into their cups and placed white fabrics on the table. Then, they stood in attention, took a few steps backwards before scurrying to the ends of the vast room.

Though finding all of that interesting, Spheris's attention was already captured by the delicious meal on his plate.

His eyes were plastered on it, admiring the feast laid out before him. The plates were filled with a variety of dishes, each more mouthwatering than the last.