With his new Clown Guard, Skeleton Archers, and Skeleton Infantry safely in his core, Charon returned to his room.
He was still sitting cross-legged on his bed, a position he planned to stay in, before he heard a knock at his door.
Frowning, he stood.
'Who could be coming to visit?'
He instantly considered the chances that the High Elders had learned of his Stadia fights and had sent someone to collect him to lecture him on why that wasn't allowed.
Or they could get rid of him outright, unwilling to risk a repeat offender.
Sparing a moment to grab his black dagger and tuck it away in his sleeve, he approached and grabbed the handle, pulling the door open with a quick tug.
A tall blonde man was standing on the other side, wearing a freshly pressed black robe.
Gone were the golden embellishments, instead being replaced with a few silver threads at the cuffs and around the neck, providing just enough to show he wanted to come across as classy without overdoing it.
