Chapter 61: Meeting Drevolan

Chapter 61: Meeting Drevolan

I was tempted to challenge the question but decided against it given my unfamiliarity with the protocol and unfavorable odds. "Viktor Dravos of Vorgan House, carrying out a task for Lord Drevolan D'Lira." I hoped this would silence him.

And it did. "Up the stairs, straight to the end, last door on the left. Knock and enter."

I nodded, resisting the urge to bow excessively.

"What's spooking you, Chief?"

"Quiet, Opal," I shot back.

The stairs were uncomfortably steep for my liking, making it a task to ascend nonchalantly, especially under the watchful gaze of the two Dragonlords I felt on my back. I managed as best as I could. My footsteps reverberated around me, the staircase seemingly stretching on forever. Once I finally reached the top, I navigated a corridor that was longer than the building that accommodated my entire team. I bypassed a grand door at the end and stopped at a door to my left, as instructed. With a single knock, I entered.

Eldran, apparently lost in thought as he gazed out the window, turned at my entrance.

He was young, with a pair of sparkling eyes and a pale, healed gash above his eyebrowsa mark he must have held dear, otherwise he would have had it erased. His dark, straight hair was styled backward, resembling a typical Vorgan cut. Rings, all studded with gems, adorned four fingers on each of his hands. Four upholstered chairs, a couch, and a grey banner above the window were the only furnishings in the room, notably missing a desk. A few short, black rods leaned against the far wall, accompanied by a hefty sword in a black sheath. Updated from novelb(i)n.c(o)m

His eyes narrowed briefly upon my entrance, then he said, "Dravos?"

He pronounced it correctly.

I bowed and responded, "Eldran?"

He nodded. "Come closer."

"Oh," was my response.

Drevolan seemed to expect more, so eventually I commented, "You know, when I first met him, I had the impression he wouldn't be"

"Do not jest about it, Viktor," he interrupted.

"Alright. What do you expect me to say? It didn't seem like he was a friend of yours."

"He wasn't," Drevolan confirmed.

"Well?" I prodded.

At this moment, Lady Eldara reappeared with a drinka sweet white wine served over ice cubes. Initially, I took a polite sip, only to realize I quite liked it. Serevia smoothly exited the room. The chair's wide, flat arms conveniently served as a stand for the wine goblet, given the absence of a table.

"Well?" I pressed again.

"In the second place," Drevolan began, "he was a man of significance. And in the first place"

"He was a Dragon," I finished his sentence. "Yeah, I get it."

Drevolan simply nodded. I savored more wine, discovering that the chilliness of the drink helped balance out the sweetnessa fact you might not be aware of.

"So, what happened to the unfortunate soul?" I asked.

Drevolan, who seemed about to answer, paused, and then stated, "It is not relevant."