Thalior stared at the two men who were standing in front of him. He observed both of them and found that they looked like normal people, nothing different about them. Although they looked normal, Thalior noticed that those two hadn't made any facial expressions, they were completely still and stiff like a statue when they were standing. It was eerie and unnerving to be standing among angels, beings that were said to be the most powerful beings after Gods.
"Please, have a seat," Thalior offered for the second time. "It must be uncomfortable to be standing all the time."
"We are fine standing like this, Archduke Thalior. We are here not for pleasantries, we are here to convey a message, an offer," the man with curly black hair answered, his gaze never leaving Thalior's as if he was learning and observing his existence.
"An offer?" Thalior asked, trying not to seem intimidated or anxious.
