Dickinson sized up Roger, noting that Roger carried no weapons on him, and his smile became even brighter.
"Thank you for your trust, my friend."
"Come with me,"
he said, pushing the door open and stepping inside.
A luxuriously decorated hall appeared before them, with a carpet of just the right thickness underfoot and walls adorned with famous paintings from around the world, which Dickinson pointed out to Roger as they walked.
"This is a set of teaware Duke Norman adored over two hundred years ago, and this painting, a masterpiece from a master of the Faku school of surrealism..."
He paused slightly, his gaze momentarily sweeping across Roger's face.
"We are Transcendents, but wealth in reality holds great significance for us as well. Once the transformation is complete, all this will be yours,"
