"…I suppose I should see him."
After a brief moment of consideration, Sylas decided. He hadn't been able to discern the Grand Duke's true intentions, so it might be faster to ask directly.
The others left the guest room, leaving Sylas alone. A few moments later, he heard footsteps approaching, and soon the Elf Grand Duke entered.
"Your Grace."
"It's been a while."
The Elf Grand Duke, Arathion, known as the Grand Duke of the Sword, ruler of the Western Elves, still had the youthful face and cool smile he was known for.
"I wanted to meet you as well… I have something to discuss…"
Arathion faltered, a look of surprise and disbelief crossing his face as he gazed at Sylas.
"Are you… a descendant of Larkesk, the Half-Dragon?"
"Half-Dragon Larkesk?" Sylas repeated, puzzled. He'd never heard of any ancestor by that name in the Corleone lineage.
"Do you not know of him, the tyrant-slayer, Half-Dragon Larkesk?"
