Just as they entered the room, a familiar face then greeted Venedix.
"Hail Battlemaster Venedix," the individual saluted towards Venedix with a stern and snappy motion before continuing.
"How may of service?"
"Commander Emerith," Venedix nodded before shifting her eyes towards a table filled with parchment.
"Bring me the contract for the slaves and place it on the table, I shall be modifying things."
"At once battlemaster," Emerith nodded before quickly going to another room.
Just as Emerith headed on the other room, Troy and Zendrell then began to lounge at the nearby couch.
Zendrell placing his massive sword just at the edge of the couch while Troy himself started to close his eyes as he sat still, seemingly meditating and cconcentrating his eidra.
Jinn and the rest meanwhile stood, just at the corner whilst Venedix herself sat on the chair behind the table filled with parchments.
A few moments passed before the door opened once more.
