Elendor [16]

  "Since when are you popular with women?"

  "Xen, my friend," the flushed noble rose from a pile of ladies in undergarments, some half and others fully naked. The immediate scent was sweat, perfume, and alcohol, "-glad to see you," he stumbled onto the carpet, "-you won't believe me."

  "Right, put And Junior away, then perhaps we can talk." The morning had risen over the festivities – invited guests, the more influential, stayed within the palace premises, whereas the other, lesser influential, moved to the capital for hotels. 

Across the ocean, whereby the roads carve into a land of groves, grass, and green – backdropped by mountain ranges in the far-away distance – an envoy marked by the Phantom insignia, carried supplies headed for Rotherham. The otherwise empty streets rattled under engine rumbles, pebbles to the side-swept into the massive land of weeds and rocks. Music played, driver and passenger sat patiently with guns to their side.