It was late when Rail arrived at the lab, finding Ren slumped in a chair beside Arkilla. Her legs throbbed, protesting any further movement.
"Oh, this is even more exhausting than combat training in the arena," she groaned.
Arkilla snorted. "Oh, I disagree. Combat is far better. But, this is draining. It must be past twelve by now." She glanced at Rail. "Why do you look so baffled?"
"The scent in this place is incredible. Now, I'm jealous of His Majesty."
Arkilla rolled her eyes. "Meanwhile, you reek of moss. Where have you been?"
"I was... busy. None of your business anyway," he replied smugly. "Everyone has already had their dinner. Mind if I join you?"
They got to their feet. "It would be my honor. I hate eating alone," Ren said, placing the lid on the wooden box.
"Urgh, not my honor, though," Arkilla muttered, making a face at Rail.
"Shut up, Killa. I'll kick your ass tonight. You're my opponent," he shot back.
