"You must be a messenger from the House of Snow, I presume?" Astrid smiled mysteriously as she greeted Doran with elegance.
"I am Doran of the House of Snow. It's a pleasure, my Lady," he replied in kind.
She nodded with a smile before gesturing for Doran to enter the back of the shop, "If you would be so kind, Uncle."
Thorne nodded, and without wasting time, he went and closed the shop while Doran was led to the back of the shop, where a small table for four was located.
"Forgive the humble abode, if you will." She quickly took her seat beside the table.
"Shall we then begin? What does your patriarch wish to discuss?" she asked with the same sweet smile, curiosity flickering in her eyes.
"The Lord only wishes to deliver a message." He carefully removed a scroll bearing the insignia of a white stage.
"Oh?"
