Bab 187: Trying And Failing

"You mean the gravelords? Yeah, we have lots of archives on these guys, we have a monopoly on them in fact, what do you want to know?" an old man with a most exquisite moustache, a well-rested face and a charming smile spoke up, his voice echoing inside of the grand throne room.

To his side, a young man was simply standing there.

"Everything, but first, who am I addressing exactly?" the king and his little troop were standing in front of the projected bodies of the two men, their forms blinking in between transparency and opaqueness, the brightness shifting from time to time.

'Unbelievable…' Bethome Meleme covered her face with one hand, it was only logical however.

"Ah, my apologies, Ohith, of the underground tower, next to me is my disciple, Tholth, of the underground tower"