"Tea, anyone?" Gilliam said, the tall young man entering the room. Strikingly handsome, Gilliam was expertly balancing a tray containing a teaset and some freshly baked scones. Gourmand that he was, Gilliam was an excellent chef. With a small clack, he set the tray down, then took a seat next to their leader.
"I believe I've made my thoughts clear on the matter." Gill said, using a set of tongs to plunk sugar cubes into his tea. One after another. "We should win the tournament legitimately." After putting around 10 sugar cubes into his tea, he took a long sip, pinky extended.
"I'm confident that if we train we can win legitimately. Cheating would just leave us weak." He was smiling a little now. "That said, I wouldn't mind going after Alto or King. But that's more a personal vendetta on my part." He took another sip, this one much longer, before he put the cup down, gazing at Clara.
"Do you think Mephisto will escape on his own? Or is a rescue mission perhaps in order?" He asked.
"I believe I've made my thoughts clear on the matter." Gill said, using a set of tongs to plunk sugar cubes into his tea. One after another. "We should win the tournament legitimately." After putting around 10 sugar cubes into his tea, he took a long sip, pinky extended.
"I'm confident that if we train we can win legitimately. Cheating would just leave us weak." He was smiling a little now. "That said, I wouldn't mind going after Alto or King. But that's more a personal vendetta on my part." He took another sip, this one much longer, before he put the cup down, gazing at Clara.
"Do you think Mephisto will escape on his own? Or is a rescue mission perhaps in order?" He asked.