Butler Charleston's face appeared when Mirian opened the door.
Reana's shoulders sagged lightly, feeling a bit disappointed. She'd subconsciously hoped it was Ryder.
"Yes, Master Charleston?" Mirian asked, her voice neutral, but her eyes betraying a hint of curiosity.
The old man smiled warmly, "You can call me Butler Charleston, Miss." He didn't want to share a title as Master Sharp Fangs or the village head, "After all, I'm just a servant."
Mirian bobbed her head gently, "As you wish, Butler Charleston." She continued, "How may we help you?"
"Village head seeks audience with Luna Reana," he replied, his gaze drifting past Mirian into the room and locking on Reana who was staring back at him.
Seems Ryder already spoke to the village head. Reana thought. She rose from the table as she made her way to the door. She didn't finish her food, but had no appetite to continue.
