Doran's Secretary Meets Zyair

Donning a powder blue three-piece suit with a gold dust-shaded tie and the same coloured mask, he had one hand deep into his pants pocket. His silken locks were combed forward and set neatly in place while the clothes tightly hugged all his corded muscles.

Zyair Kincaid was so easy on the eyes and everyone wanted to take a second glance at this arcane man.

Skyla couldn't help but remain tongue-tied at his charismatic presence for a few seconds when she finally regained her senses and answered.

"Sir!"

"How are the arrangements?" he asked, taking a step further towards her until they were only a few feet apart.

"I think everything is in perfect order," she offered a small smile and he couldn't help but be affected by it.

"Good, I will stay for a short while, make a few introductions and leave. Gatherings are not my cup of tea. You will be my eyes and ears for the rest of the event."