When the envoy group was officially received, the sky was already dark, but the city was as bright as day.
Magic stone lamps formed an arc along the main street, extending to the tower of the administrative district.
Sorel was led into the administrative center building.
The heavy door opened with a gentle push, not even a sound from the hinges.
Waiting at the door for him was an elderly man with gray hair, dressed impeccably — Bradley.
This elder responsible for the Red Tide City's administrative hub exuded a calm that was utterly mismatched with the Northern Territory.
Bradley bowed slightly, with a demeanor neither servile nor overbearing: "Welcome, Lord Sorel."
Sorel noticed that every movement was just right, yet lacked the flattery nobles typically give to royal envoys.
He instinctively straightened his back: "Where is Count Louis Calvin? I have important business to discuss with him during this trip."
