Fanning himself down, Darius was walking through the halls of his castle when he spotted Bartos and Gideon in their usual hanging spot. They were on the training grounds, cradling bottles of wine in their hands as they engaged in casual banter. Seeing as he was still practically backed up, he decided that maybe sharing a chat with his men would help bring him back down to reality.
Putting on his usual stoic front, Darius strode out into the moonlight, the sweat on his brow twinkling faintly against the glowing blue light.
"Sire?"
"At ease, Gideon," Darius curtly nodded, leaning against the nearest wall as he crossed his arms over his chest. "I'm simply here for a chat. And perhaps a drink, seeing as you two obviously stowed a crate of the stuff with you."
