"You have made such wonderful progress. Keep up the good work, Count Lirel," Herwald says. His white hair and beard were shining through the silver rays of the moon. They were within a room. It was dark. The only light that penetrates within is the rays descending towards the room. It was enough for the two people to speak their queries since they were both nobles that were hiding their intentions. Two people have the same boil of greed and power. Herald began tapping the handle of his chair. His eyes thinned towards the other person seated across him. Both corners of his lips lifted then he began speaking again