"BUAHAHAHAHA! No, seriously… stop. My ribs!"
Cherion's laugh went absolutely feral, loud enough to bounce around the room like it was auditioning for surround sound. It was the kind of laugh that made your stomach cramp and your eyes leak. Cherion folded in half, clutching his stomach like it had personally betrayed him, seconds away from sliding right off the chair.
"Oh, Your Grace, you really almost had me there! That's a high-tier joke. Truly. Is this a Northern tradition I missed in the handbook? Comedy hour before the sun even finishes rising?"
Beside him, Zarius sat in a silence so heavy it felt like it had its own gravitational pull. Opposite them, Ezek was standing there… or glitching, honestly. The man was stiff enough to qualify as furniture. He looked like he'd swallowed a yardstick. Reiner stood by a pillar, hands behind his back, looking like he'd accidentally scored front-row seats to a particularly chaotic theater troupe perform for free.
