Inside a grand hall, decorated lavishly in stark contrast to the shabby outside appearance of the building, a serious meeting was currently going on.
Different from the hall they usually used for gatherings, the Drevane family, who were receiving some special guests today, had chosen to use the best hall they possessed.
Chairs lined themselves into two parallel lines that extended forward and ended at the front, where instead of one main seat, there were two distinct thrones.
One, where Vortan, the patriarch, was seated with practiced dignity, and another, where a man dressed in clothes clearly different from those commonly used on Earth, had positioned himself.
"Regardless of the result of the upcoming trip, you are going to share the mines of Cyrith with us and fulfill our other demands... is that acceptable, so we can already depart?" the man, clearly an outsider but seemingly quite fluent in English, asked with an air of impatience.
