A man made his way through a grand hallway, deep in thought.
He was a small man, but with a shrewd glint in his blazing orange eyes. His hair was spiky, also orange, and he carried himself with the gait of an elite.
It was none other than Nesroth Aldrenari. Images of the ruined city of Sylvastein flashed in his mind, and he attempted to stop his body from trembling.
But it wasn't the chaos of that night that made him nervous, no, it was who he was going to see.
'A petal.' The thought made Nesroth shiver with fear and excitement. To think he was going to meet one of the five petals of the dark lotus…
'I must not forget anything.' Nesroth reminded himself. Not even Beatrix made him feel this way. Though, he'd always thought the woman nothing more than a pawn.
An ant that thought it could challenge a dragon.
'An idiot.' Nesroth thought.
