Lind was in fresh robes and relaxed as he sat in his meeting room. It was once used for various meetings, but it had become his personal meeting room since the auction. It was flatly impossible to host all the petitions in his quarters as he wanted to have a personal space that would not be visited at all hours.
He was currently brewing tea despite many acolytes volunteering to do so. He simply enjoyed the process and it reminded him of home when he made tea for his mother while she worked on her alchemical pills.
He still allowed them to serve food as often he met World Realms he could not prepare proper food for. Today was different as he was meeting a Soul Realm as that was as far as he could go in Forging.
