The twins sat at one of the long tables, completely relaxed.
Plates piled high with roasted meat were stacked in front of them.
Grease glistened on their fingers as they tore into another piece, juice dripping onto the table.
A large jug sat between them, already half empty.
Rynor took a big bite and sighed happily. "Man… this is good."
Rynar nodded while chewing. "Way better when you're not the one screaming."
From deeper inside the hall, muffled voices still echoed faintly.
"I STILL HATE YOU!"
Rika's voice cracked through the barrier.
Rynor grinned and raised his cup. "Cheers to that."
Rynar laughed and clinked his cup. "To rewards."
Another distant roar followed.
"WHEN THIS ENDS... YOU'RE DEAD!"
Ragric's furious scream made a few nearby disciples flinch.
The twins didn't even look up.
Rynor wiped his mouth. "See? They sound lively."
Rynar leaned back in his chair. "Yeah. Full of energy."
