Sherlock walked into the spacious room that was very dim.
Behind the coffee-colored table, a soft leather executive chair turned around slowly, revealing a Sludge Monster wearing a dark blue checkered western suit.
"It has been a long time since we last met, Lord Sherlock."
The Sludge Monster was the creature that Sherlock had looked for previously.
"Didn't you intend to leave Winterfell?"
Sherlock casually sat down opposite the Sludge Monster, looking as though he was back at home.
The Sludge Monster stood up and moved to get a cup, then spat a red sticky liquid from his body into it. After, he swallowed a water bottle into his body, and soon, hot water flowed out from his body into the teacup.
"This is your favorite bloody chrysanthemum tea. Don't be formal, treat this place like your home."
