Acryon, Acadian Empire.
In a secluded chamber somewhere inside the Royal Palace, a meeting was convened, one that would decide the fate of the world.
Only four figures sat around the table in the dimly lit room. The air was tense, for two of them did not get along.
Berger's eyes locked coldly on the man sitting across the table, hostility evident in his eyes. He drew in a long puff from his smoking pipe, never once looking away from the elderly figure clad in dark robes.
And then, the gnome exhaled a plume of smoke, blowing it straight into the man's face… an act of utter disrespect!
"Looks like someone was never taught table manners," said the man in a cold voice. "Tell me, did your elders fail to teach you even that much?"
Berger set the pipe on the table, then directed his cold gaze towards the man. "And what if they didn't? What're you going to do about it? Burn me with your pitiful flames?"
