Raviel leaned back slightly, curious.
"So, remind me again. What was that thing you mentioned last night? Something about opening… what was it?"
Garion smiled faintly and leaned forward. "A gym."
Raviel blinked. "Ah, right. A gym."
He paused for a moment, thinking, then suddenly laughed.
"Wait, wasn't that the thing you said was kind of like a brothel or an inn?"
Garion froze and sighed. "Please don't say that in public."
Raviel burst out laughing, nearly spilling his drink.
"Well, if I remember right, a gym is a place you rent to train, right? You pay someone, spend time inside, and come out tired. Sounds exactly like a brothel to me."
Garion couldn't help but laugh too. "You're impossible, Patriarch. But no, it's not like that."
Raviel grinned.
"Then explain it again. I want to make sure I'm not imagining things. This 'gym' idea of yours sounds too strange for a sect leader."
Garion nodded, folding his arms.
