Chapter 97

Jorund

I snorted to blow some steam out my nose. I had gotten tired of being in this small room, with all the stuck-up snobbish nobles of the fae creatures.

I drank some wine Altaris provided me; he was easy going enough. He promised to spar with me after the meeting, because he too, was bored. We were creatures of war, not diplomacy.

“Combat Ox, what do you think?” Asked Celeste. The Unicorn Qu