The afternoon had only started melting into the dusk when Ocean's communication brooch started glowing.
He was in his office finishing off his work so that he could be in time for his appointment.
Ocean brushed his thumb over the blue mana stone and a heavy, husky voice seeped through.
"Lord Dra- Master?"
Ocean's eyebrows raised as he heard the familiar voice.
"Yes, Your Majesty." Ocean responded.
Erisgrirlum had contacted him, which meant that there was some sort of movement in Edrisyl.
"There's something I need to bring to your attention," Erisgrirlum said, his voice low, carrying a weight that did not belong to casual matters.
Ocean leaned back slightly in his chair, his gaze sharpening just a fraction. The faint glow of the brooch reflected against his fingers, steady and unwavering.
"I'm listening."
There was a brief pause on the other end, as though the Dwarf King was choosing his words carefully.
