Dvion and Linn stood side by side, their presence commanding attention among the travelers awaiting accommodation at the Grand Central Hotel. The towering structure stretched skyward, its massive width and height making it a centerpiece of the Central Land.
"You're a Silverfein?" Dvion asked, his gaze fixed elsewhere, refusing to acknowledge Linn directly. His tone was sharp, and his expression radiated an air of arrogance.
Linn, standing with a stoic demeanor, exuded a quiet strength. His calm, strikingly handsome features added to the aura that set him apart from the crowd. Peeking to his side, Linn caught a glimpse of Dvion's arched brow and intense eyes, which, while arrogant, seemed directed solely at him. Amusingly, Dvion was a "pretty boy" in his own way, though Linn found no reason to dwell on the comparison.
Linn shrugged nonchalantly. "Maybe not."
