Koda was drinking happily when he glanced over and laughed. "Oh, it's you, Jovan. What's up? If it's nothing serious, grab a seat and have a drink with us."

Jovan Maddock kept his head lowered, his voice barely above a whisper. "Koda, I don't drink, but you guys go ahead. I just wanted to ask… about Mr. Livingston's funeral. What are we doing about it? Could you maybe postpone your match with the Grand Elder and hold Master's funeral first? Would that be okay?"

The smile on Koda's face slowl