"I didn't forget, I know that for sure," Riven argued, but Noel waved his hands. "Yeah yeah, whatever you say."
Sophy watched them with a smile on her face. Seeing the two get along made her happy for some reason.
"Young masters, we are leaving the Ribest territory now," the coachman said.
"Alright, thank you," Noel replied.
Riven leaned into the chair, crossed his legs, and threw his hands behind his head. He looked at Noel. "We didn't end up going to that dungeon."
"And whose fault is that? You know, I need to smash your head every once in a while, Riven," Noel said.
Riven gave a smile and then said nothing else.
[.....]
Inside a room, a man sat down on a long couch, and despite how long it was, his massive body managed to cover a third of it.
He was short, fat, and bald, as if life's struggles had all chosen to take refuge in his life. He was dressed in a noble's clothes; the seams held on desperately for their life.
