The middle-aged man brought Sebastian to a corner of the living room and knocked on the door. "A member of Dark Creed Sect seeks an audience with you, Sir."
"Goodness gracious, they sure are an annoying bunch. I can't even recall how many of them I've met recently." A begrudging bellow sounded from inside the room. Despite that, Sebastian was allowed entry.
"Let him in."
The middle-aged man opened the door and reminded Sebastian, "Go on in. But according to the rules, you only have half an hour to speak your mind."
Sebastian paused. He had no clue that the Crafter Clan went by such regulations. However, it didn't bother him that his time was limited to half an hour, as it was sufficient to convey his message.
Upon entry, Sebastian was greeted by the sight of a youth about the same age as himself seated on a chair. He was holding a hand fan while an attractive lady massaged his back.
