Chapter 13: Drevolan

Chapter 13: Drevolan

Her smile appeared genuinely concerned. Remarkably, I believe she was indeed concerned. She invited, "Please, enter, and I'll alert Lord Drevolan." She reached out to take my cloak, and I almost surrendered it to her out of habit.

However, my reflexes don't typically respond that way. "Ummm, that's okay," I replied, "I'll hold on to it."

"Of course," she acknowledged, still smiling. "Please, follow me." It struck me that she hadn't addressed me by name, possibly indicating she didn't know how to articulate my patronymic. This suggested Drevolan likely didn't possess extensive information about me. This realization brought a sense of relief.

I stepped into the vastness of Nocturne Castle. I found myself in a spacious hall, adorned with spiraling white marble staircases to my right and left, a prominent arched exit ahead, smaller ones to the sides, balconies above, and a handful of landscape paintingsno psi printsgracing the walls. Thankfully, not everything was shrouded in black. This chapter is updated by nov(e)(l)biin.com

One landscape painting caught my eye. It showcased a massive yellow sun in the top right corner, accentuated by delicate white clouds. This scene was familiar, reminiscent of views I'd seen through my grandfather's eyes. It was a classic Terran landscape.

Eldara guided me through the central arched doorway, along a spacious, unadorned yet well-lit hallway, finally arriving at what was unmistakably a lounge. Dominated by a soft yellow hue, the room was replete with plush chairs, sideboards, drink cabinets, and tables. I gave up scouting for potential traps within the first ten seconds. I wished for Opal's presence.

Eldara motioned towards a chair that seemed cozy and provided a clear view of the door. I obliged. She proposed, "Lord Drevolan is expected shortly. May I serve you some wine?"

"Um, yeah," I agreed. "Thank you."

I rose and offered a semi-bow, "Lord Drevolan, I am Viktor Dravos. I'm honored by your willingness to receive me." My words concealed my true sentiments.

He responded with a curt nod and gestured for me to retake my seat. Eldara reappeared to serve him wine as he took the chair opposite me. As she retreated, he offered his gratitude, "Thank you, Lady Eldara." 'Lady' aroused my curiosity about their association. In the meantime, Drevolan evaluated me as one would a precious gem. His gaze remained fixed on me as he drank. I mirrored his actions. His skin was relatively dark, but lighter than a Falcon's or an Edificor's. His black, shoulder-length hair curled loosely and looked somewhat unkempt. He sat stiffly, exuding a heightened tension. His head movements were swift, almost predatory.

Finally, he placed his glass on the table and started, "Well, Vorgan" (presumably choosing a term more derogatory than "Terran"), "are you aware of why you are here?"

I moistened my lips, "I believed I do. I could have been misled, though."

"Quite plausible," agreed Drevolan.

"In that case," I chimed in, mirroring his speaking style, "perhaps you could shed some light on the matter."

"I plan to," he assured. He continued his silent assessment of me, and I had a hunch he was merely trying to vex me or gauge my patienceeffectively the same outcome.

As a Vorgan and a Terran, it's expected to be the recipient of occasional insults. For survival, it's crucial to learn not to take umbrage at every disparaging remark or derisive sneer. However, this situation was starting to test my patience. I retorted, "It appears to me, most revered Dragon, that you were on the verge of sharing something."