"How may I help?" Lokir appeared from behind a towering stack of books, picking up some scrolls from the floor.
"I have a serious topic to discuss"
"I'm all ears," Lokir said, throwing up his hands. Something in his voice cracked with mockery. "You may have a seat, if you wish."
Darian sat down on the uncomfortable little chair, trying to ignore the scattered papers that Lokir had carelessly thrown around them.
"Hard to believe this very man wrote a book about us and our kingdom," Darian thought bitterly, feeling a wave of frustration wash over him.
Silence hang up in the air, only the crackling sounds of wood in the hearth intermittently breaking it.
Darian spoke, his voice heavy with determination. "I intend to follow my king's last will and continue the Serpent-Slayer line... "
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