"Ah! My Lord!" Gavril boomed, pointing at the table with the broadest grin imaginable, a drumstick dangling from one hand. "You finally join us! We were just talking about the proper way to celebrate a successful day's work. And of course, discussing the matter of women!"
Meical's eyes narrowed slightly, the faintest crease forming between his brows. "Do any of you ever speak without sounding like children?" he muttered, his voice carrying easily over the others.
Niko, another one of Meical's men, slammed down his goblet of fruit wine with a clink. "Master, with all respect, we were debating who among us has the finest taste in women! And it's clearly me. Did you see the barmaid in Carvena? She practically tried to melt into my arms!"
Borin, the slow, lumbering giant of the group, laughed in response, the sound so loud it shook the table slightly. "Indeed! And anyone who denies it is lying, Master! One must enjoy life. And the women, naturally."
