C73 Blood and Flesh

"To what do I owe the pleasure," A man sets himself in a chair as his fingers sort out his tie. Garbed in a regal aristocrat's flair, Minase Delaval sits with his usual composure. To think he had endured a few days in a dungeon, the man looks unshaken; unbothered. He lifts his eyes and gazes at the person across him, "Lord Aldrin?"

Aldrin looks at the man. He wasn't anything like his son. No