Steampunk Era: Mad Abield

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"Lord Mowish of Vanter, who knows where Lord Mowish is?" An anxious attendant entered the hall, quietly asking guests from various regions until a young man pointed towards a group of middle-aged men deep in conversation.

Thus, the attendant approached his master, carefully positioning himself in front of the three men.

"Jason, why have you entered the hall? I recall you should be outside welcoming my guests." His master was somewhat puzzled, but when he noticed his servant pointing at Mowish, he immediately raised his eyebrows, "Someone is looking for our Lord Mowish."

"Ah, Ben, still addressing me with such formalities," his old friend chuckled, then turned to the attendant. He had noticed this young man when he entered, proper in his conduct and sincere in his smile, a far cry better than that good-for-nothing son of his: "Speak, who is looking for me?"

"A lady in a black robe, standing just outside the door. She gave me this small bag, saying you’d understand once you see it." The young attendant said and produced the small bag, "We haven’t opened it, but have verified that there are no curses or traps on it."

"I see, Ben, excuse me, I must leave; it seems there is an issue at home." The middle-aged man patted his old friend’s shoulder, then took the small bag, "Young man, lead me to her, immediately."

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"I thought you were busy." The woman, wrapped in her long robe, spoke with a hoarse trace to her voice, "It seems you still remember me."

"Of course, why would you seek me out." As he looked at the woman before him, Mowish’s eyes held a hint of reminiscence. He glanced behind and saw the young man had already lead people away from the area, which made him think even more highly of the young servant, truly worthy of being Ben’s favorite attendant.