Calvin took a long drink of spicy ale and looked at Lid. "I really don't get you sometimes. You could have finished us all with your sword the day you captured us. But you had to keep us alive, treating us to good food and drink."
He pointed at Anna. "And now you're telling us all about your student... Aren't you afraid we'll go after her someday?"
Lid shook his head, his voice calm and firm. "You're not that kind of person."
"You can't be so sure," Calvin huffed, slightly annoyed.
Arthur nodded from the side, chiming in, "Calvin really wouldn't do something like that."
Calvin: "..."
He snorted, ignored them, and went back to chugging from his wineskin.
Lid picked up another jug of wine warming by the fire and filled the wooden cup in front of Arthur. "By the way," he asked curiously, "can the Undead drink alcohol?"
The soulfire beneath Arthur's helmet wavered slightly, as if he were seriously considering the question.
