That morning, while Draven was getting ready for the day with Erlos fussing about his appearance a little more than usual. The elf seemed to be torn between giving him a form-fitting black frock coat with silver runes on the linings, or an amber-coloured tailcoat with red scale patterns on the chest, leaning more on the latter to match the colour of a single jewelled earring on Draven's left ear.
"Sire, what do you think? This second one is better, right?"
The black-haired king didn't care as he simply adjusted his equally black gloves, his mind occupied with thoughts of a certain human girl.
'That thing, what is she?'
His handsome face continued to wear a frown as he wondered how he should proceed in investigating the mysteries of that girl. For someone like him who's aware of the countless secrets of this land, there weren't many who were as knowledgeable as him.
