Stepping out of the carriage, Malin smiled as he took off his overcoat and handed it to the servant who had already approached, then shook hands with the City Lord who had been standing in the sea breeze for who knows how long.
This was a noble who looked to be of some years, usually by this age, nobles would have long since been hollowed out by a life of wine and pleasures, yet judging from his physique, this one seemed to be a Transcendent.
Not knowing his Sequence, nor the stairwell, but no matter, "Mr. Peter, thank you for your invitation."
"On the contrary, Mr. Malin's arrival is such an honor for us, we in Rosslyn will surely not disappoint you regarding the selection issue," the middle-aged man smiled sincerely.
Sincere as a child who had done something wrong.
Malin nodded to show he understood, then he followed the lead of various noble lords into the manor.
