As the cold wind brushed across his hair, Tyler was suddenly woken up by a knock at the door. He opened his eyes and saw the morning sun peeking through the thick clouds.
His thoughts wandered to the artifact Iris Tears and its ability to control the weather. That was indeed a high-level spell. I wonder just how much I could change the weather, and if there's any limitations. Could i dispell a storm, or start a drout?
"Enter!" Tyler called out with a sigh, his mind seems to be wandering to dark places.
Albert entered the room and bowed before speaking. He was always so punctual and serious. Tyler thought maybe he had been acting too rudely toward this old man. He didn't want to be the type of boss who abused his subordinates.
Albert had worked hard, and Tyler felt he should show him some appreciation soon—maybe even reward him. Of course, that would all have to wait for now.