A young man with neatly combed brown hair and warm hazel eyes approached with an easy smile. "We made sure to clear out the customers for today, considering the arrival of the esteemed immortals. However, business will resume soon, so we apologize for any future inconvenience."
Monfei raised a hand dismissively. "That is understandable."
Before anyone else could speak, a scoff was heard.
"And why is it a mere mortal greeting us? Where is their master?"
The words dripped with disdain as a fair-skinned young man stepped forward. His bright blue hair framed his cold expression, his red eyes sharp with arrogance. Clad in flowing green robes, he stood with his arms crossed.
Rulan, unfazed by the disrespect, remained composed. "Our lady Melina is currently occupied with pressing matters."
"Such insolence!"
