One day ago, in The Council Hall.
Albert buried his head in the pile of parchment on the desk.
Sophilia, dressed in silver Mithril rune armor, placed one hand on the hilt of the Knight Long Sword.
She walked into The Grand Council Hall, "Albert, I need to make a trip to The Frostfell."
'Swish -' The sound of a quill pen on parchment paused.
Albert lifted his head, his eyes calm as stagnant water.
"Have you decided?"
Sophilia looked back at him.
Her gaze silently answered the question.
Albert nodded, "Then go."
He then withdrew his gaze and continued annotating the open documents.
Sophilia turned around, her scarlet cape fluttering.
Until her figure disappeared from The Council Hall.
Albert's dragon poked its head out from his embrace.
Even as a dragonling, Gilmanorton was a distinctively ugly little dragon.
Gilmanorton looked out the window, and only after a Great Dragon flew away did he nonchalantly say:
"I thought you would persuade Sophilia for a moment."
