Crumbling world

A respectful silence fell upon the ceremony. Even though he hadn't flinched at all, the surprise on the orc's face said it all.

The fabled dragon's eyes scoured the area and fell anew on the rogue mage. There was no whatsoever expression on the man's face but a torrent of blue magicules coiling around the spot his mageroot laid. Despite having bright blond hair and a festive outfit, he perfectly fitted the assembly and appeared like any other participant.

The rogue mage wasn't next to anyone else. He wasn't gossiping like most nobles around nor paying attention to the delightful scene, the man was waiting.

Arthur puffed his chest and continued his speech. "You heard me! Lily is now the mentor of all orphans! It is a responsibility she must accept with her alliance."

His oldest sister, Daisy, came with a red pillow bearing the alliances. Only the echo of her steps and the constant buzz of the pollinating insects resounded.