The evening was winding down, but the echoes of discussions still lingered in the minds of Areyos and Kaiser. Meanwhile, on the other side of Baringer, in an apartment with rough stone walls, Klaus, Anos, and Zayren were lounging around a weathered wooden coffee table, waiting for the dinner Zyriel was preparing: juicy steaks smothered in spicy sauce, paired with golden roasted potatoes. The three were casually chatting when a faint shiver in the air announced Seidon's sudden arrival.
"Smells good in here. Guess I showed up just in time for dinner," Seidon said, floating a few inches off the ground before landing smoothly near the table, a mischievous smile on his lips.
