Seria leaned forward slightly, resting her elbows on the armrests of her chair. "So, Sir Mic… where are you from?"
Michael gave her a flat look. "Somewhere far from here."
Seria's eyes gleamed with curiosity. "That's not very specific."
"It wasn't meant to be."
She let out a soft hum, unbothered by his curt response. "You don't like talking about yourself?"
Michael didn't answer immediately. He wasn't sure if it was just casual conversation or if she was fishing for information. Either way, he had no intention of giving her anything useful.
After a moment of silence, Seria tried again. "Mage Lian… he seems to think highly of you. How did you meet him?"
Michael's gaze flickered toward her before he replied, "A coincidence."
Seria waited for more, but nothing else came.
She sighed dramatically. "You're not making this easy, you know."
"I wasn't aware I was supposed to."
She chuckled. "Most people would at least try to be polite."
Michael shrugged. "Most people aren't me."
