Morax sat in the bar with you,sipping his drink calmly. He despised you, he despised the way you handled your nation, it reminded him of Venti. He let out a sharp sigh before actually opening his mouth.

“ I called you here to talk, not to get wasted. So don’t order anything alcoholic. “

He demanded that, it was no suggestion, he meant not too.

“ You’re an Archon, act accordingly. “

He added sternly.