"So, how was that for a formal introduction? Did I capture the essence of the new sage well enough?" a female tour guide asks with a playful smile.
"Yes, you did—for the 30th time, at every single meeting," replies another guide, dressed in intricate steampunk attire. His voice carries a blend of exasperation and amusement as he listens about the 'new' sage who assumed the position a mere 9,000 years ago.
Milah sighs in the runs table, his mind keeps on going to aether,
"Tour guide. Milah" the female says, they sit in a purple round table, 5 at each side, She says it in such a harsh, tone, "How was the tourist?" She continues, shes the only standing.
"Oh yes, the.." Milah tries to say, trying to find the right word, "Nepotism? Maybe…" he finally says, eyeing the woman onto of him,
"You.. squat" the woman say sighing, and sitting back into the chair,
"Why this meeting anyway?" Milah asks
