Three days later, Vesperin arrived at the village, exuding his typical air of arrogance. His sharp eyes surveyed the surroundings with disdain, clearly finding the humble village beneath him. He strode into the central square, his black robes flowing behind him, and without preamble, barked out, "Where is Elder Thalnor?"
The villagers who had gathered there immediately stiffened at the sound of his voice. One of them, a middle-aged man with graying hair and trembling hands, cautiously stepped forward. He bowed low, keeping his gaze on the ground.
"Young master Vesperin, Elder Thalnor is still in his lab," he said hesitantly, his voice wavering slightly. "Please, if you could wait for just a moment while we inform him—"
Vesperin's expression darkened, cutting him off mid-sentence. "Wait?" His voice was sharp, carrying a tone of irritation. "Do you think I have the time to stand around in this backwater village waiting for an old man to finish his experiments?"
