Knocking on the door to Elder Maxwell's office, Tristan patiently waited. After five minutes, he finally heard a sound as numerous items were knocked around and a pair of footsteps approached. The door flew open, and the old Magi looked down at Tristan with a strange smile, pulling his hood down, revealing his thinning set of grey hair.
"Young princeling. This is rather surprising. I had heard from Lord Fox that you did not agree to assist in his plans. Have you come to discuss this, or is there another matter?" Even in his old age, his voice was clear, carrying a deep wisdom inside of it.
