“Uh… I can’t lie to you, can I?” Fireon slightly frowned, staring back at his friend.
Igivar chuckled and playfully punched him in the shoulder. “If you start lying now, consider our friendship over!”
Fireon blew a sigh, averting his eyes and starting to stride toward the living area of his palace, by going to the right hall. The space had a huge set of long couches of white color. Its upholstery was made of velvet.
He conjured a table that had food and drinks after sitting down, with his friend taking the adjacent seat. Each of them took a goblet of fruit wine, which was chilled by their magic.
“I went to Kinnacia,” he admitted.
“Again? How many times have you gone there for Vallaeriz’s sake and why do you have to risk your life sneaking into that realm?” Igivar’s handsome face form
