A carriage rolled to a stop in front of a house, and a person stepped out of the carriage. The person exuded huge charisma and was dressed in black clothing with a sword fastened at his waist. His hair was packed up neatly, and he looked back at the carriage, making a small gesture, which caused the rider to ride off.
The person stepped foot inside, and then a voice echoed across the compound of the mansion. The person paused and looked around.
"Well, to what do I owe the great visit of the one and only Arcane Prince, Daemar Arkwyn Valemont?"
Daemar smiled faintly at this grand address and uttered, "You still haven't stopped with this hypocrisy of yours. I only came today because I wish to see you and discuss certain matters. Now, where are you? Or would you first tease me around before offering me a seat to sit upon—even after all these titles you so graciously gave me?"
