When Ivita reached the drawing room on the first floor, he could hear the crowd inside discussing how to demand debts from him.
As Ivita pushed open the door of the drawing room, all voices abruptly ceased.
"What brings all of you distinguished guests to my place?" Ivita said, "Currently, Ambrose is in the process of recovery, and all funds have already been invested in rekindling the Thousand-Year Fire, and all food supplies have been provided to the disaster-stricken populace."
"I am occupied with many affairs and unsure how I might assist you all?"
Seated in the drawing room were envoys from nearly half of the countries of the Magic Black Forest, all looking at each other in disbelief.
For a moment, they were speechless.
It wasn't that they didn't want to speak, but Ivita's opening remark about having no money, no supplies, and no time had left them speechless.
