A huge feast

"Standard issue? That means that there are a lot of them?" Ragnar asked with hopeful eyes.

"Why would you need one of these? You are stuck here for life. You are stuck to a life of killing, battling and feasting. You aren't going to travel anywhere. So you don't have to worry about that." Lucas said.

Ragnar and Bjorn sighed as they shook back into reality. They looked away, and they bounced back into their beds. Time passed slowly, and Lucas was bored, but he did not want to fight again because he did not want to ruin any of the suits that he was wearing.

"Urgh!" Lucas heard a voice. He turned his head to the bed that was next to him. There was a faint silhouette that was forming over there. With every passing second, the silhouette became clearer, and soon, a proper shape was formed. It was Egil, who was killed by Lucas an hour ago. It seemed that he was coming back to life now.

Egil coughed as he gasped for breath.