We walk inside a room that has no door and is dimly lit. The rays of the sun is entering the room through the window at the upper area of the northern side.
"You lose. You don't get to have another chance at winning ever again. You've got to know how to keep your stance. Everything isn't about charging even when that's the word." And that's a typical Mr. Seth to be giving out advice.
I take my mind of earlier issue and walk with Andrew, whom I will surely be calling King Andrew in public, even within my thoughts. As long as I'm in public, it's king Andrew. I nod inwardly at that. He leads us to the floor above the fighting pit, where inside it is Mr. Seth, doing his thing. The pit isn't much far too and it's muddy, and very... disgusting, if I may add.
"Lincoln, come here." A young mal
