"He is always hungry," Enriki said.

"Yeah, that"s true," Tol said with his mouth stuffed.

"Hey, Tol, we haven"t had a drink for our new agreement yet," Orel raised his goblet.

"Huh? I think we have, when we agreed," Tol said without blinking.

"Fine, stop eating, let"s drink for the beginning of our joint business," Orel reached his goblet over the table and everyone joined him raising their goblets.

"Now, pour yourself what you want, without servants. We are of easy manners here, even though I am a prince," Orel said. "What do you think about telling us a little of yourself?" he asked Nikto.

Nikto who didn"t expect this question clasped his throat choking and barely managed to swallow.

"Oh gods, you"ll kill him with your questions!" Tol said chuckling. The others laughed, too.

"Aah, he"s really feeling bad, poor guy."

Nikto rose from the table, sat down on the stairs and coughed, turning away from them.

"Orel, slap his back!" They were dying with laughter. Finally, after clearing his throat, Nikto came back to them. Orel looked at him smiling.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, sorry."

"No, I"m sorry, I chose a bad time for asking, you didn"t expect it…"

"You"re fucking bonkers, man!" Tol said.

"Fuck off."

"What?"

"You heard what! Fuck off of me."

"Do you hear, Orel, he"s telling me to fuck off!" Tol was laughing.

"Enough! You"re a bunch of idiots!" Orel yelled making a strict face. "Stop laughing and eat!"