"It's an honor to have you, the king of Highrule. We all have great expectations for your kingdom," Duke Alaric said while drinking some particularly strong liquor that Logan could smell from where he was sitting.
"Thanks, I will do my best to help with the demons first, though I just hope I finished gathering my forces on time," Logan said politely. They were already done with dinner, which was a large hog with various dry dishes. Logan had to wash them down with sweet sparkling water, which he enjoyed.
Logan looked around him. They were already finished, but he was still marveling at the luxury within the Duke's castle—the polished silverware, blue gems, and carefully carved wooden chairs and table.
His own round stone table, even if polished, paled in comparison. Logan just admired them; he did not covet them. He knew with time his own kingdom would be far more enviable than anything previously seen in this world, especially since he could hire Bobby for this.
