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"Lord Mowish of Vanter, who knows where Lord Mowish is?" An anxious attendant entered the hall, quietly asking guests from various regions until a young man pointed towards a group of middle-aged men deep in conversation.
Thus, the attendant approached his master, carefully positioning himself in front of the three men.
"Jason, why have you entered the hall? I recall you should be outside welcoming my guests." His master was somewhat puzzled, but when he noticed his servant pointing at Mowish, he immediately raised his eyebrows, "Someone is looking for our Lord Mowish."
"Ah, Ben, still addressing me with such formalities," his old friend chuckled, then turned to the attendant. He had noticed this young man when he entered, proper in his conduct and sincere in his smile, a far cry better than that good-for-nothing son of his: "Speak, who is looking for me?"