"What is taking him so long?!" A man in front of Emily spoke in an irritated tone. He had long blue hair and wide-set eyes. He looked to be around his mid-twenties and stood around 6 feet tall. His green robe was etched with weird markings on the sleeves. Around his neck hung an aquamarine-colored necklace.
"Probably took a quick stop at a brothel." A man standing beside the blue-haired man sneered. He looked to be around fifty years old with short black hair. He wore a plain white robe that reached down his feet. His face appeared to be amicable and kind, like a caring grandfather.
A scoff sounded beside Emily, then a woman's voice followed. "You think someone like him would need to go to those places. Have you ever seen him up close? A whole brothel would probably run towards him and not the other way around."
The body of which Emily was in, turned its head to the left to look at the woman who spoke.
