220 A New Page

 "Well then," face to face to one another with a desk in the middle. Two of the arguably most powerful men in Hidros sat. Their faces shrouded with mysteries and aura filled with strength and unyielding will. The room, one minimalistic with a single-window behind Raulf. The warm sunlight barely made it through the shutters, the latter's shadow shone on the table. A quick pull on the string later, it shut, rendering the warm light inaccessible. 

 "Now then," the divine blade broke the ice, "-we have matters to discuss. Please relate any questions after I've spoken, as a favor – I don't want to be interrupted," casual and stern, uncommon at best, tis was how the man spoke or rather, commanded. 

Unimpressed, no reaction nor emotions – Staxius sat as an immovable boulder.