The door swung open.
Dimitrin looked at Travis, a rare smile on their face, "You're... alive."
Travis grinned, "Surprised?"
Dimitrin turned serious, "Come, Lord Flinnder will wish to see you."
Travis held up a finger, "Ah wait a minute. I wanted to thank you, if it weren't for your teachings I wouldn't be here right now. So... thank you, truly."
Dimitrin folded their arms, "How many times must I say this, it was for Lord Flinnder. However... you're welcome. Now come."
Travis walked down the hall into Flinnder's office. Upon entering the room he kneeled. Flinnder looked up from some papers, "Well... if it isn't my Champion."
"Lord."
"You truly gave me a fright, to think that the title of Duke was going to be given to Marquees Giften of all people."
Travis remained silent.
