Chapter 8: The emperor’s earth shattering proposal
Noon.
Parlour, Theodore Mansion.
Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.
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Hound marched into the mansion to be met with Conan who is lazily sprawled on a divan, his eyes distant and a small frown staining his face.
"Where is the Lord?" He asked impatiently, he had never fancied the idea of small talks.
"You can ask me any question; I’m one of your Lords afterall" Conan replied, his face breaking into a smile, one Hound knew well enough, so he simply stared at Conan in silence, when he feels pressured enough he shall give to him the needed information without him having to break a sweat.
"Fine" Conan gave in. "He isn’t back from his whatever shenanigans" he admitted.
Sleekly he slipped out of the divan and leisurely walked towards the other side of the room.
"Come get me if he gets back, will you?" demanded Hound ready to turn away.
"From that cave? No, I shall not" he shuddered. "Whenever he gets back you shall know" retorted Conan.