“my father won’t be joining us tonight. he’s rather injured from the recent event in valtolia,” theseus greeted their dinner guest with a polite bow. the lyonheart castle had been decorated lavishly for a warm reception, the dining table nearly crushed under the weight of all the food on it. they didn’t have guests often but the master of coin from another kingdom was as important as guests came. “my name’s theseus marchant, my lord. will you dine with me instead?”
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