Zog was in his cabin in the Northern Domain.
Despite having enough Gold Coins to swim in, he never liked living in overly large houses.
When he was young, he saw a movie called *The Shining*, and it left him with a deep-seated fear of large, empty houses.
He felt like a pair of creepy twins could pop out from every corner of a big house.
Even as an adult, the thought gave him the creeps.
Two Dragons, two humans, and an Elf were gathered around the card table.
They were in the middle of a tense and exciting playtest of Ferin Chronicles.
Under the grand-sounding guise of quality assurance.
Since it was a multiplayer game with others present, Furin had reverted to her image of a dignified, mature woman.
However, her long legs under the table weren't behaving, her toes dangling a high heel and swinging it back and forth.
'It must be a trick to distract me,' Zog thought, remaining unmoved.
They had entered the final showdown. Zog was the Lord, and Furin was the Traitor.
