☀️ Arselia and Akonia

He wasn't alone in the room. Some man was meditating near the entrance. Despite his apparent calmness and detachment, Garret intuitively felt that he was carefully watching him.
"Damn it, are there really cultists here, and they've even put a guard in place?"
In any case, there was no other way than to go through the silent guard.
— Hey, hello. — Garret addressed him.

Klin slowly exhaled, opened his eyes, got up from the floor, and politely (but not as much as he would for a princess) bowed his head in greeting to the unceremonious guest:
—I see you've come to your senses, that's great. Don't worry, you are completely safe here, and your health and belongings—his gaze slid first over the knife, then over the human skull—are not in danger.
For a few short moments, he subconsciously studied the personality of the newcomer. His philosopher friends boasted about their ability to wrap the obvious in a veil of mystery; here, however, he was required to do the opposite: to explain the complex in simple terms.
—My name is Klin, I am a servant in the service of Her Imperial Highness, Princess Naria Es Diesra Arual. I believe that your current situation requires immediate explanation, and if you agree to listen, I will gladly provide it to you, Sir...?