"Lord Amnur! What a surprise, what brings you here?" An elderly centaur asked in complete shock. Having rushed over as soon as he sensed that their personal teleportation had been activated.
"Ah, Talastos," Amnur paused, the gray hair and graying coat slightly throwing him off. "You have become old since the last time I saw you."
Sighing, the old centaur looked at the flaming dwarf with a mixture of envy and sadness, "That is normal, isn't it? Yet you look the same as back when I was just a teenager."
"Has it been that long?" Amnur asked with mild surprise, knowing how old a centaur must be for even their coat to grey.
"Yes, back then I wasn't even the heir. I am impressed that you could recall my name." Talastos sighed as he said this.
Amnur was slightly embarrassed as he only knew the old centaur's name due to Athtar informing him of who the king was. He had been slightly worried he might cause a ruckus if it wasn't the king who greeted him.
