However, just as everything was getting back on track, something happened that was both expected and yet utterly surprising.
On this day.
Above Lakefront Town's Griffin Station, the piercing cries of griffins echoed in succession.
The townspeople looked up to see more than ten majestic Griffins lined up in a neat formation. One by one, they folded their massive wings and descended slowly onto the platform, stirring up strong gusts of wind.
Such a grand display was a rare sight in the remote Lakefront Town.
A man in his thirties leaped down from the lead Griffin.
He wore a well-tailored, exquisitely crafted, deep-blue set of noble's attire. The cuffs and collar were embroidered with intricate gold thread patterns, and over it all, he wore a velvet cape lined with soft fur.
His complexion was slightly pale, his pomaded hair was combed immaculately, and beneath his nose, he sported a small mustache with slightly upturned ends.
