Noble Faey Kleister Lakschmidt

Archer dashed towards the cat that made his way to Kleister Lakschmidt.

'Dammit, this wasn't planned at all!' he mentally cursed.

"What the -" Kleister jumped from his seat. The pumpkin juice he had savored drenched his top and now someone just suddenly grabbed something below his table. He scrunched his nose at the disgusting and disrespectful young faey.

'What a rude servant. He probably is someone brought by some entitled prick.' Kleister scoffed.

He glanced at who it was that disturbed his peaceable stay under the dreamy Purple Wisterias of the Glass Citadel and his eyes widened with shock.

The young and tall faey gent had grabbed something black and furry. Was that some animal or something? It definitely looked like fur. Suddenly, the black blob shifted and a head popped out from the faey's chest.

A pair of blue and golden slits stared at Kleister and he gasped in surprise.

"Sir Arthur?"