In a manor in the City.
Grey was invited inside the building in a respectful manner. When he saw the Old man sitting there and casually drinking tea by the garden, he sensed the serenity of the place.
"Forgive my manners, I couldn't approach you myself, hence I sent my son. Hope you're not offended?" The Old man stood up to greet Grey.
Strength reigned above everything else, seeing Grey's strength, he knew he was below him and had to act accordingly.
"No worries." Grey smiled and looked around, "I suppose you have something to tell me."
The Old man nodded, "Yes, I called you here for a reason."
Grey's attention turned back to the Old man when he heard him speak.
"What might that be?" His curiosity was piqued.
"I want my son to follow you." The Old man said.
The eyes of Arthel changed slightly when he heard this, "Father…"