Furuno
What do I do with this information?
I'm the host for Lord Sinclaire?
She just stares at me, quiet but disturbing.
Then, with a sweep of her cloak, she leaves the room.
That's it?
No further information? No warning?
I turn to follow her, but two cloaked maniacs block my path.
Questions bloom at the tip of my tongue, waiting for an opportunity to spill.
I watch her disappear through the door.
The elite sovereign guy walks up to me and hands me a cloak with a fancy brooch.
"Welcome to the elite club, Argon. You are our newest member".
After saying that, he turns and leaves. The cloaked attendants file out of the room behind him in a rustle of cloaks and booted feet.
I am left alone in the small room, holding a cloak that I don't need and craving answers I have been deprived of.
When I first heard about the elite club, the first thing that came to my mind was a club for rich and pureblooded students.