"What do I owe the sudden visit to, Raion'shalang?"
The old man was still the same as ever. His black robes still hid most of his body from sight, and the large horns still lumbered above his forehead, stretching and looking like they were extending.
It probably wasn't, but one could never be too sure about strong demons.
Amari did notice one thing, though. His eyes…
'What happened to him?' he thought. 'He doesn't look half as lively as he used to be.'
But that wasn't what he came here for. Not that he could even ask, anyway.
"Am I disturbing you, sir?" He asked. "I could come back if-"
The old man waved him off before he could say any further. "No no no, just take a seat. I'll be with you in a moment.
Amari, unfortunately, had to sit for about five minutes of awkward silence, trying not to look disrespectfully as the man shuffled his way through documents and used his magic.
Instead, he looked at the room.
