Third Person's POV
At the count's study, a room lined with bookshelves was filled with the soft glow of candlelight. Count Lysanthir was sitting next to a large window, where you could see the entire garden.
"You seemed busier than usual." The young lad talked, which surprised the count. The count quickly stood up and and was about to show courtesy but the young just shrugged it off.
"What brings you here, my lord?" The count said while ordering Wither to bring tea.
"I apologize for barging in, but I need your wisdom. I have recently hidden the sun stone, and I know you know its origins and the potential consequences." The young lad said.
The count's eyes widened slightly, a flicker of intrigue crossing his features. He gestured to a pair of leather-bound chairs near the fireplace. "Please, have a seat, my lord. This sounds like a matter of great importance."