Arriving in a new world where the steam industry was booming, he inherited a three-story apartment on the capital's royal square, took in someone else's cat, and listened to the whispers at his ear, ready to witness this mysterious and bizarre era. The epic of the Sixth Era was about to commence, and behind the curtain, The Chosen One was destined to step into legend. Old Gods, Relics, steam, witches, detectives, ancient secrets, the Era's brilliance... "Would you like to play a round of Roder Cards?" Time engraved the hours, as Silvermoon illuminated the shadows. I compose your legend, you whisper your verses to me.
The maids' outfits behind the sofa were the same as the one who followed Mr. Stan to find Shard, indicating that these three maids were all brought out from Yordle Palace by the Princess.
Mr. Stan gestured for Shard to straighten out his clothes. When Shard reached for his collar, he was startled to touch a furry paw. He then realized that Mia was still perched on his shoulder.
The cat had been so well-behaved just now that Shard had completely forgotten it was still there.
"Isn't it somewhat rude to bring a cat to a commission?"
Thinking to himself, Shard turned his head to look at his shoulder, and indeed, Mia's amber eyes were very beautiful.
"You must behave."
Whispering a reminder and adjusting his collar properly, he was then introduced by President Stan to these "distinguished guests."