Alex and Bladedance arrived at the top of the pavilion, the stairway leading to an open archway, through which they could see an open lounge with a man already seated on a couch.
The man was old, with a wrinkled face and gray hair and beard. His hair was tied in a bun, held in place by a dark pin. His beard was long and pointed at the end, coming down to below his chest.
A thick cloud of Death energy surrounded the man, reaching its tendrils all throughout the pavilion.
He sat in the room with his eyes closed, as though meditating, but Alex knew that could not be the case. So, he walked in through the archway, arriving inside with Bladedance in tow.
"Greetings, Death Sage," he bowed deeply. "I, Dawnblade, thank you for accepting my request. I am honored to meet you."
The man slowly turned, his eyes opening as he looked at Alex. His eyes were entirely black, both pupil and sclera, making it impossible to tell just what he was looking at.
"Come in," the man said and waited.
