"Wait, are you telling me there's a Half-Saint there?" A man in his fifties, with an unremarkable square face and a small mustache said with surprise in his eyes.
He stood tall with slightly dark skin, exuding an aura of ordinariness, just the kind of guy you'd pass on the street without a second glance.
"Yes, Patriarch," Draven replied respectfully, his gaze fixed on the man.
This was Ronan, the current Patriarch of the Emberfell Noble Family, a lineage that rivaled even the Maywraiths in strength, perhaps even surpassing them.
"Hmmm! Fascinating! Truly fascinating!" Ronan rubbed his chin thoughtfully, a glimmer of intrigue dancing in his eyes. "I never expected him to have such surprises up his sleeve."
"And Luna couldn't see through him at all?" Ronan turned to Draven with keen interest.
