"Sorry for the wait. I wasn't expecting company." In walked a man wearing a blue robe, drying his hair with a towel. His breath was frosty as he exhaled. "What can I do for you, King Zelsh?"
As the Libarn family head sat beside his son, across from the two guests, he also asked, "And what's so important that you'd come in the middle of your preparations for the Provincial Qualifier?"
But Zelsh shook his head. "I came to assist a colleague and pupil of mine with some business. Hurman will also be arriving shortly to join in."
The Libarn head blinked and turned his attention to the young cultivator beside Zelsh. "... You seem familiar. Is this our first time meeting?"
"Father," Fulkar spoke up, "this is Oliver, Zelsh's private pupil and the man that defeated Burttin in that exhibition a few years back."