Prospect
"Hello, Brother Vydon."
"Hey, Grivon. It is weird for you to contact me. I saw that you are making yourself busy with the academy and stuff. I never knew the youngsters are so eager to take part in the clan growth. It seems like we became old and the younger generation is trying to take our place."
Vydon the prospect, Grivon came to meet said with a smile. Grivon could see the malicious intent past that smile and the hidden meanings of the remarks. He is clearly stating that Grivon is spreading his hands beyond his reach into the successor race.
After all, even Vydon and his peers hadn't settled who the winner is among them, but Grivon is swinging too hard in the past few days.
"Just my share for the growth of the clan, brother Vydon."
"That's good. Please don't hesitate if you ever want my help."
"Actually, I came here precisely for that. I am here to ask you a big favor."
Vydon was surprised as he looked at Grivon's eager face.