It was night when Draconis arrived at Detroit Palace. There was a gleam of light coming from the artistic lamp that lit up the gate. He was there standing, waiting for someone. The Detroit Palace glows in golden-white that defeated the darkness of the night. Someone was walking out of the house and approach him at the gate, it was Proteus. The owner of the household greeted him immediately in knitted brows.
"What took you so long?"
Proteus asked frowning slightly when he noticed Draconis's strange look at him.
"I can't stay any longer so I'll say my purpose here right away."
Draconis began without even answering Proteus' question. Proteus didn't like what Draconis said and the tone of his speech but he just restrained himself from scrutinizing it, because he still needed him to the suc
