Larien and I sit quietly, waiting in an overly decorated room, lined with lavish furniture. It seems this room is only used for nobility- no, with the overly gaudy items present, this room is probably only used for meetings with royalty.
Not much comes out of Larien's mouth as we sit patiently. He looks like he's in deep thought. I hope he isn't thinking about any more useless things.
After a few more minutes, the heavy silence is broken by the creaking of the wooden door that swings open.
"Good Afternoon. Terribly sorry for keeping you waiting,"
Those highly polite words fall out of the lips of a tall middle-aged man with glasses, and a strong build.
Wow. This presence. I think this is my first time encountering someone from this world over level 80. Impressive.
With only a few brief words he continues,
