Talon pushed open a dark brown door. The door itself was regal, glistening with a faint luster as well as clearly establishing this room was special compared to the others. He stepped inside while making several clanking sounds.
This was because Talon was still in his iron armor, making him look rather generic. Although it was clear from his short stature that he was a young teenager, he stood tall and proudly.
Talon had the aura of a matured and refined gentleman, unlike the sarcastic teenager he was now. Instead of a pair of scissors, a standard iron sword was sheathed on his belt.
Talon had a heavy aura around him, but the moment he stepped into the room, it was overshadowed.
Oddryl was sitting at a luxurious desk inlaid with a few fancy gold patterns. He had his elbows on the table and hands clasped in front of his face.
