“As you continue to learn, you will not fall for such a move in the future.” The Warlord shook his head and grinned. “I should have expected it. I have seen you and Argan practice such a maneuver time and again.” Ramar came up and pounded Balal on the back. “He is the Overlord because he is our best fighter.” Vaan smirked at the praise. “Your words are bloated, Ramar. Many times I unarmed you with a similar move.” The Warlords laughed at the flush staining Ramar’s cheeks. As they entered the hall, it was easy to sense the festive air. Argan waved them over to the few remaining seats at the table. Colorful streamers hung from the rafters, Warlords and Raasa milled about. Food covered every available surface. Music blared through the hall. A quartet of Raasa males sat in chairs at the front of the dining hall playing the lutir. To his surprise, Vaan enjoyed the sounds they produced on the difficult instruments. A few females got up to dance, occasionally tugging a male to the circle to join them.
