Aether Vanthorne scanned the room, his gaze seeking but not finding Theodore Triumph. A flicker of disappointment crossed his eyes, a subtle emotion he kept hidden, for he was unsure of the relationship between Triumph and the others present.
"War Deity Aether, please take your seat," Matthew Garcia offered, vacating his own chair and serving Aether a cup of fragrant tea.
Alexander Sterling, brimming with excitement, asked, "War Deity Aether, may I inquire as to what brings you to our humble abode?"
Matthew's hand connected sharply with Sterling's face.
"What are you asking for? Does War Deity Aether need to report to you why he's here?"
He reprimanded, "Whatever the War Deity says, we just follow."
Sterling, covering his reddening cheek, bowed in apology, "I'm sorry, I was presumpt
