Lyon leisurely entered a room inside the guildhall. It was quite spacious with bookcases neatly placed at the south end. A pair of hand-sized dimmed orbs were floating above a small pillar on each side of the square space while a huge window with the shape of a bullet was etched on the wall. There were only one seat and another behind the desk.
He sat on the seat in front of the desk while he put one leg on the other as if this was his own room. He took an apple from a fruit basket before biting half of it with one single bite. The crunchy noises irritated the elf that was closing the door but he held his complaints for a more pressing issue.
"What is your name, elf?" asked Lyon in between his bite.
The elf walked by past him and sat on the seat behind the desk. He furrowed his eyebrows and looked at the uncaring eyes of Lyon. This was the first time he met a human so carefree despite being the only race in the land.
