Sett is sitting on his throne observing a match and as usual having a long table full of food at his side for the strong man to stuff himself which it became the norm in his daily life, tearing off the meat of the bone with his sharp fangs he swallows and lets out a loud belch before directing his eyes to the door after he heard a knock.

"Well what do we have here? Can't you seem I'm busy?" He growled before tearing the last piece of meat to throw the bone away like nothing.