AFTER Wulfric had set up everything in his study, to make sure no one would be able to listen in on the conversation or hijack the call, he finally connected to Duke Grimaldi's Terminal.
The large virtual screen in front lit up. It didn't take long before the call connected, and three men appeared on the screen. All of them wore the same expression. With their similar features, it was almost like he was looking at a trio of triplets.
"Good evening, Your Highness."
The duke was the first one to speak. Although it seemed like he was greeting Wulfric in a very polite manner, the way he said it and his expression while saying it showed otherwise. There was a coldness in his eyes, and a subtle curl to his lips that belied his courteous words.
Wulfric immediately knew that this was not going to be an easy conversation. He could sense the underlying hostility, the hidden barbs in the duke's seemingly harmless greeting.
'Ah, this is going to be a long night.'
