"An emissary from the Church of Light requests an audience with the master of the Divine Light Dragon."
The walls of the Oak Tavern had been shattered and the door had long disappeared. A neatly-dressed man with smooth, shiny hair stood at the door to announce his arrival.
Although there were no emissaries in the tavern, the man was well-mannered, so no one could find fault with him.
"Please come in."
Locke had long expected someone to come. He moved a sofa and placed it on the stairs on the second floor. He held a glass of wine.
"The Church of Light's messenger, Terry, on behalf of Bishop Stevenson Twain, sends his regards to sir."
Terry took a step forward, placed one hand on his chest, and bowed deeply. He ignored Locke's rudeness.
"Good day, sir. Give my regards to Steven... Uh, bishop."
Locke took a sip of his fine wine and casually replied.