"Wow, your mansion really isn't bad at all, Oktavian Azuralis. I could almost see myself moving in here permanently," Zayn Thzraneel says as he sips from a glass of wine.
"I already told you not to call me that," Frank Pyton hisses, nervously clenching the cigar between his teeth.
Also in the mansion's living room is Raelor Valraen, quietly reading a novel by an English author. As a lover of literature, he has always been fascinated by human writing, especially works from the nineteenth century.
"Come on, Oktavian, you seem awfully tense," Zayn continues. "Aren't you happy that Vadim Thalukvar sent us here to make sure you keep your word and actually put some effort into finding Princess Mia Valakys?"
Before speaking again, Zayn drains the entire glass of wine in a single gulp.
"Look on the bright side. Things could've been worse, couldn't they? Vadim could've come himself. Raelor and I are vastly stronger than you, sure, but we're not that cruel."
