Once they got rid of the uninvited shapeshifter, Erlos remembered why he came to his master in the first place. He was there to report something.
"Sire, Melion is waiting to have an audience with you in your study."
Since Draven already knew what it was about, his gaze turned grave. 'So it finally started.'
Simply nodding in response, Draven disappeared from his chamber and reappeared inside his study where a small winged person in pure white robes was waiting for him. It was a dirty blond young man with thin gossamer wings on his back, his delicate size small enough to fit a person's palm.
"Melion."
Upon Draven's arrival, the fairy bowed to him before transforming to a size similar to an adult human.
"Your servant greets King Draven, the ruler of Agartha," Melion said in a smooth, almost musical voice.
