He swore he was not jealous… but lately, the unknown god was really stingy with the items he got… because whoever had this tent was living it up.
It was massive inside, far bigger than the outside clearly, spatial magic had been used to expand it, giving it the feeling of a palace.
It had chandeliers, long and bright, with gold embossed everywhere. The carpet was soft, and a large table with a map on it dominated the center. Weapons and armor were arranged along the walls, serving as part of its grand interior.
'Can't I steal this instead…'
At the center, there was a large golden throne.
Damon placed his hand on his chin, disappointment in his eyes.
"This golden throne isn't bad… but I'll have to change it to black. The color just isn't for me."
Did someone need to remind this piece of shit that this was not his, and he couldn't change anything?
There was another flap that led to more private quarters.
