☀️ Arselia and Akonia

With a polite nod, Klin also takes one of the available seats.

Garret settled comfortably in a secluded corner of the living room, engrossed in reading another book, when Erefir led the guests into the room. One of them seemed vaguely familiar to him, and this made him look up from his reading. The name, the sword, the voice... And yet, even if the crown didn't conceal his current undead nature, he might not have recognized him. However, the archer was unaware of the crown's effect.
"Klin, is that you?... Hmm. So, he survived the south, and he's still quite capable."
Approaching closer, he greeted Quantum, and then turned his attention to the knight.
— ... Klin Chegver, — the aster said thoughtfully, carefully examining the visitor and digging into his memory for their last meeting. — I didn't think we would ever meet again, and here we are... Although we are already somewhat acquainted, I suppose I owe you an introduction... My name is Garret. Warrior of Carnelian. — he added unnecessarily, as it was already obvious, and extended his hand to the guest.