The owl heaved a tense breath he didn't know he was holding.
With the atmosphere finally mellowed a little, he managed another smile and adjusted his monocle.
"The Mayor has always been fond of new personalities and renowned celebrities," the messenger owl said, gesticulating with his wings.
"He considers himself a graceful host for the ages. A people-knower, a middleman, the 'connector'."
"He brings people together through parties and feasts, but in exchange, they have to give him a demonstration of their powers without hiding a single thing."
A hint of annoyance and disgust appeared on Liam's face.
What kind of deranged person would agree to such a thing?
Not Liam.
Slightly panicked, the owl quickly continued before Liam got the wrong idea.
"Of course, the Mayor's reputation would be rendered null if he were to ever let another soul know what you show him."
