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The next day.
Calden Castle.
Lanercoast.
KNOCK!
Sir Dorren knocked softly on the door of Quentin's study in the morning. He wanted to inform the Lord of Helferich of someone coming to see Quentin.
"Come inside," Quentin ordered.
Sage Helferich nodded, unlocking the doorknob and opening it slowly. He saw that Quentin was busy taking care of several files that needed his approval; most were cooperation files between Helferich and businessmen in Calden City.
"Sorry to disturb your work, My Lord," Sir Dorren replied.
"Tell me. What brings you here?" asked Quentin, not taking his eyes off him.
"You have a visitor, My Lord," said Sir Dorren.
Quentin's hand that was gripping the pen began to stop signing the file. He narrowed his eyes as he focused his mind on Dorren.
"Guests? Who are they?" asked Quentin.
