"This isn't the right place to talk. Follow me to my mansion." Lucas invited.
Alaric nodded. "Alright."
Before leaving, Alaric said a few words to Zephyr.
"You should rest, buddy. We have so much to do in a few days."
The Draconic Lion emitted a soft sound.
The group followed Lucas to his mansion. They rode a carriage that took them to the center of the city.
After half an hour, they arrived in front of an old mansion.
It was surprisingly modest for a Venerable, but Lucas didn't mind. He was only here temporarily so he didn't bother to find a bigger and more luxurious place.
Lucas took them to the study room and gestured for them to take their seats.
"Would you like some tea?" He asked.
"That would be perfect." Alaric nodded.
Lucas sent a knowing look to the servants who immediately understood his intentions.
While the servants were brewing the tea, Lucas chatted with his son.
"Will Midgard be alright without you around?"
