Two days later, Viscount Elgar Valarune stepped was in the Avermoor Town, worry and curiosity filling his thoughts. His daughter, Rin Valarune had informed him that the heir of House Caulem had requested an urgent, private meeting.
Such a request from someone like Leonhardt Caulem was unusual. He was in front of the rented building. Taking a deep breath, he knocked on the wooden door.
After a moment, the door opened, and a sharp-eyed maid with brown eyes greeted him with a polite nod. "Welcome, Lord Valarune. Please, come inside, young master waiting for you," Liana said, as she stepped aside, gesturing for him to enter.
Elgar nodded and stepped in, his eyes scanning the modest but well-maintained interior as he followed Liana. She led him to a small meeting room. The moment Elgar entered, his eyes locked onto Leonhardt Caulem. The young noble sitting there, his crimson eyes calm but sharp. As Elgar stepped closer, Leo rose to greet him, extending a hand.
