158 No Mercy

A few hours had gone by in the company of Ernis. From listening to the young man speak fondly about the book describing Totrya, Staxius sat with arms crossed. Maids would often drop by to deliver pastries and drinks.

Since yesterday, the weather had been saddened. The sun refused to shine, the greyish sky loomed overhead. "Prince Ernis," Staxius interrupted his highness. "Yes, how may I be of help," he took a sip of tea.

  "Do you have any idea about the involvement of a certain organization that shrouds itself in darkness?" the sentence was phrased in such a way; Ernis quickly caught onto the intent.

  "I have a slight idea, rumors run wild around the capital. I may sit in the imperial mansion every day," the cup was placed on the table, "-but I've got my fair share of ears and eyes dotted around the continent," not wanting to reveal more information, he stopped and studied the guest.