Following the spar with Rusak, Lance returned to his usual duties in the office. Being the ruler of the monster nation, there turned out to be a lot of paper work always present for him to take care of. While discussion some military matters with Rynne and Zarra, a scout rushed into his chamber after a brief knock. It was clear that there was some sort of urgency. Lance looked up from his desk, the weight of countless decisions momentarily giving way to curiosity.
"What's the matter?" Lance asked, his voice calm yet commanding.
"A visitor, my lord," the scout replied, his voice tinged with nervousness. "A delegate from... the demon race. He requests an audience with you—alone."
The room fell silent everyone exchanged uneasy glances. "A demon delegate?" Zarra said, bewildered.
Rynne scowled, crossing her arms. "Why would a demon come here, unannounced and alone?"
