Somewhere back in the Kingdom of Varoif, somewhere close to the sea, a manor stood—if a manor reached the heights of Earth's modern skyscrapers, that is. Perhaps it was better to call it a building, but like most of Theran's infrastructure, it looked historical.
With its size, one would even think that it was already abandoned—but the voices inside, albeit few, filled the entire building with a certain dread and rage.
"James! Look at me!"
The voices were seeping from a study the size of an entire library; the woman whose voice echoed throughout the entire building, relentlessly and almost violently slamming her palms on the desk in front of her. The one sitting at the desk, however, seemingly could not be bothered at all as he just continued to fidget with his orb.
"James! Are you not going to do anything!?"
"Send me, father! I'll avenge Fionn!"
