[color=ed145b]"Tea, anyone?"[/color] Gilliam said, the tall young man entering the room. Strikingly handsome, Gilliam was expertly balancing a tray containing a teaset and some freshly baked scones. Gourmand that he was, Gilliam was an excellent chef. With a small clack, he set the tray down, then took a seat next to their leader. [color=ed145b]"I believe I've made my thoughts clear on the matter."[/color] Gill said, using a set of tongs to plunk sugar cubes into his tea. One after another. [color=ed145b]"We should win the tournament legitimately."[/color] After putting around 10 sugar cubes into his tea, he took a long sip, pinky extended. [color=ed145b]"I'm confident that if we train we can win legitimately. Cheating would just leave us weak."[/color] He was smiling a little now. [color=ed145b]"That said, I wouldn't mind going after Alto or King. But that's more a personal vendetta on my part."[/color] He took another sip, this one much longer, before he put the cup down, gazing at Clara. [color=ed145b]"Do you think Mephisto will escape on his own? Or is a rescue mission perhaps in order?"[/color] He asked.