PFFFT!
Zelsh reached out and slapped his son's back. "What? You weren't able to guess from seeing him?"
"Well… I could imagine it but I didn't think you'd agree to it so quickly…" Donovan looked back at Oli in a new light. "I hope you can live up to his expectations. We've never seen a human that can survive his training, so good luck."
"Thank you, I guess…" Oli bowed his head to the young king but also took Donovan's words to heart.
Jeminine questioned, "Then you were serious back there?"
"Dead serious."
"You think Oliver is your best bet at the qualifier?"
"Yup."
"Better than Tilgron and Kraz?"
"Sadly, yes…" Zelsh took another swig of his wine and bowed to the young elders across the table. "I'm sorry, but that's how I genuinely feel. That doesn't mean you can't work to prove me wrong. But don't forget about the dark horses either, or you'll have your spot snatched."