The lakeside forest shrouded in nightfall rustled softly, the three moons above the lake waving uncertainly amongst the stars.
The night scene in the senior dormitory area was also beautiful - paired with the fragrant coffee from Roland's own hand-brewing and the delicate violin performance by Zsong, it allowed for total relaxation of the body and soul.
"Could you possibly not go to the coffee shop?"
Diana did not touch her coffee. It wasn't that she had suddenly decided to reject hospitality, but rather, she preferred to let the coffee cool a bit before discerning Roland's true intentions.
"Nidhogg was auditing the accounts today, and helping out along the way. As a significant investor, he occasionally has to understand the operational situation through means other than written reports."
A logical explanation, yet clearly an excuse.
