Sol laughed, the sound filling the dining room as he reached for his wine, filled his cup, and then gulped down the entire thing.
The table was long, lined on both sides with subordinates sitting stiffly in their chairs.
None of them ate, despite the spread laid out in front of them.
They exchanged glances when they thought Sol wasn't looking, some shifting their weight, and others keeping their eyes fixed straight ahead.
A few of them outranked him on paper.
C-rank wasn't the highest among the people seated at this table, and they all knew it.
But they also knew that rank alone wasn't enough to tell what would happen if a fight broke out.
Sol was triclassed.
This meant that whatever rank sat under his name in a status window was quite different from the reality of what he could do with the skills available to him, and everyone present had enough sense to respect the gap.
