Death Bed

King Baltos looked at Lucy and Gojo with a wry smile, "Lucy, please behave in front of our guest,"

Lucy nodded, "I will behave with Mentor Gojo," She smiled, lifting her plate so the maids could clean the wine.

Kin stared at the spilled wine from her stance and then lifted the king's glass, taking a sip from it. "Spicy with a hint of cinnamon, a variant of dwarven spirit." She put the wine glass down in front of the king, "It's clean,"

Alfred giggled, "Come on, I brought that wine. Father loved dwarven spirit, didn't he?"

"That's a rare brew originating from the ice dwarves of the north," EirwanKari said with a smile, "A sign of goodwill,"

Gin stared at the bottle, "One bottle of this could go for hundreds of gold coins,"

Gojo glared at Lucy, "You spilled that! Each drop could be worth a whole gold coin!" He pointed at the spilled wine as the maids cleaned it.