"Who are you looking for?"
The wooden door of the small building opened, and a teenager dressed in black with hair like a bird's nest and deep-set eyes poked his head out. He looked at the group of people in front of him, plus a huge dog, and asked cautiously.
"Does Mr. Grandini live here?" Thomas stepped forward, maintaining proper etiquette, and asked gently, "Our master, the son of Coral Island's Count and the Baron of Fresh Flower Town, Liszt Tulip, wishes to meet with him to inquire about some matters of magic."
"Ah, wait a moment."
The youth was startled for a second, then shut the door abruptly.
After a moment, the door swung open entirely, and the emaciated, shriveled figure of the youth appeared: "The teacher invites the Baron inside; the others, please wait outside."
Liszt nodded, "You all stay outside."
"Sir..." Rom wanted to say something.
Liszt gestured to him, on Coral Island, even the secretive magicians had to give face to the Tulip Family.
