Inside the inner halls of the Draconia Clan, the message traveled fast.
The Draconia patriarch was walking through one of the long stone corridors when he suddenly stopped mid-step.
"…Sorien of the Solmira Clan?" he repeated, turning his head slightly.
His brow furrowed, and the calm authority on his face tightened just a little.
"What business does he have here?" he asked.
The messenger immediately bowed. "He said he has important information to deliver in person."
The patriarch's eyes narrowed.
"Important enough for him to come himself?" he muttered.
He thought for a brief moment, then waved a hand.
"…Very well."
He straightened his robes and spoke firmly. "Have them wait in the VIP guest hall."
He glanced at the messenger again. "Make sure they are treated properly."
"Yes!" the messenger replied and hurried away.
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Meanwhile, in the VIP guest hall, Sorien and Sindral were already waiting.
