Andrew stepped into his great-grandfather's temporary quarters on the pagoda's fifth floor, his heart racing with anticipation and trepidation. The room was simple yet functional, reflecting the elder's pragmatic approach to life.
As he settled into a seat, Duke Magnus Robinson regarded him with a warm smile before delving into the purpose of their meeting.
"Andrew, my boy," the elder began, his voice carrying the weight of wisdom accumulated over decades of experience in the sorcerous arts, "how has your journey in sorcery been progressing?"
Andrew straightened up. "I'm doing okay, Great-Grandfather," he replied earnestly. "I've been learning and practicing diligently."
Duke Magnus nodded approvingly before his expression turned serious. "Tell me, did you really manage to secure the planar crystal from the demon camp?"
