ZINA
While Garl Zardite was a whole lot of puffing, confident smoke. The Sighter never spoke a word like he couldn't be bothered to say anything.
And finally, the duo retreated to the Stage.
Zina was about to turn and leave for her seat when Daemon's voice stopped her short of doing so,
"It didn't seem as though you were that fond of your new seating companions. Might as well use this opportunity and reclaim back your seat at my side."
It was a tempting offer, one Zina didn't hesitate to take.
"Were you eavesdropping on our conversation?" Zina asked even though she knew well enough that he was more than capable of hearing their conversations.
But Daemon didn't answer her. Instead he asked, "between these two, whom do you think will win this round?"
Zina thought that there was a strange tone to his voice at the question. But she shrugged it off as her imagination.