Master Argos poured the anonymous man a cup of coffee.
"So, tell me. The festival is drawing near. We've got exactly one week left before the first round of the competition. What's your plan?"
The anonymous man sipped the coffee before speaking. "Your taste has gotten less refined, Master Argos. This is too sweet."
"How do you like it?"
He leaned forward. "Bitter. Indescribably bitter. The bitterest, most teeth-setting coffee in the world. Close to boiling, so that it burns the esophagus all the way down."
Master Argos shuddered.
He grinned. "I like to see a grown man shiver, Master Argos. It makes me realize how truly monsterish I am."
"Well, let's just say that you fit with this year's theme very well. You could show up and Sing a number, if you'd like."
He rolled his eyes. "Let me take care of Vinnia and nothing else."
Master Argos nodded. "Your wish is my command."
The anonymous man's laughter filled the room, and suddenly, the coffee seemed much bitterer.