Dinner with the Lich          

[Filler Chapter]

[Leonel, Isolde, Roz, Avaris, Lethargia]

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When Niccoli was gone, Avaris turned his gaze sharply towards Leonel, his expression a mix of frustration and exasperation.

"Hoi. I thought I warned you not to open your mouth in his presence? Don't you realize that every time you speak, you put us in danger?" Avaris scolded.

Leonel's response was defensive, his words tumbling out in a rush. "I can't help it! My mouth automatically opens when I'm nervous and tense."

Avaris sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. "How many times do I have to explain to you all that Niccoli is volatile? Just one word, one wrong word, and he might explode."

"Nicc—"

Before Leonel could finish his retort, Avaris cut him off with a sharp look. "No, Leonel. We've been over this. We can't afford to provoke him."