Chapter 9: The Goblin Tournament Begins!
"I see you slept well," Alara whispered with a chuckle. Studying the 2 goblins in front of her who were readying to fight, she didn't even need to look at Lukas.
His late arrival was telling enough.
"Hey lady, god no sleep!"
"He important!"
The goblins directly below them began chanting their disapproval of Alara's accusation, immediately ready to defend Lukas.
Lukas could barely register them as he slumped into his seat.
Even as he waited for the 2 goblins to fight, he couldn't help but envision Alara on the battlefield. Alara with her stupid, indecipherable battle style.
They were sitting in a stand that overlooked the arena, above all of the goblins except for his servants. Standing to the side, none of them dared to even glance at the impending fight.
Each of them were far more focused on their job. Wine and food wasn't going to serve itself, after all.
Turning to them, Lukas said, "Hey, pour some for yourselves and have a seat. It's our future, after all."
"Our future?" One of them asked, their voice low and wistful.