Linares wore his usual white robe for off-duty affairs, a pair of leather belts, one big, for carrying the Silver Slayer, and a smaller one, to tighten the robe. The Brothers came inside Pacha's chamber in the Imperial Palace, and got comfortable. Linares took off the belt carrying the Slayer and left it in a chair nearby. Pacha, wearing trousers and a shirt, quickly moved in the chamber, taking things from one place to another with no apparent reason for Linares. He noticed the cooking garments hanging in a hanger, and some ingredients inside a box.
+Father forbade you to cook in your chamber, right?
-Yes, and now I have to go to the Palace's kitchens, and are full of servitors and useless cooks... You can't brew in your room neither, right?
+Right. But I have a beautiful battleship in orbit, with 3 breweries. I won't run out of beverage.
-Damn, Lin. Damn.
Pacha took some snacks and passed them to Linares, who passed some beer he had there to him. Pacha didn't liked Linares' special brew, a malt/wheat beer with some lemon juice added after the main brewing process. Instead, he preferred the brew with corn and some wheat. It was strangely tasty.
While both men were friendly chatting and laughing, a third Primarch appeared.
-Hey! Nice to meet you at last! It has been a while, huh?
+Truly, Marduk. Why so long?
~I have been travelling and looking for some rare scripts, talking about something closely related to Dagon's Leviathan, and they have raised my interest.
+Nice, you are always after some new books to get, huh? Wonder what kind of joke will make Father about that.
~Hope not a fat one.
The three men continued the chatting, now more formal than a minute or two before.
The eventual Regicide game started, and Linares was quickly beaten by Marduk, who proceeded to play against Pacha. He lasted longer. Way longer.
Linares left before that match finished. He walked down the hallway and throught inmense rooms, built like cathedrals in Kadir.