Rhemic Empire (2)

- Good evening, - Melissa thought his face looked vaguely familiar. - Are you here for the meeting? May I ask your name?

— Ayles Gracia, at your service, young lady. Owner of the shop of the same name on Craftsmen's Street.

Revan, are you keeping track of the fight?

Probably tomorrow. Dinner, rice, alcohol, and chamomile, then off to bed. Not in a state to count numbers today. So, for now, just dialogues and such.