Dragonnel Returns

Back in the castle, Floid was seated in front of a fireplace in a different room from his office. He was just staring into the fireplace opposite him with a curious look. Floid was wondering if this would work. Floid wasn't even worried about the undead at all, instead, he was worried about what would happen with Rosavellt. It was strange for Floid since this is the first time he was feeling something like this. She is just a slave, so why the hell am I worried about her? Don't tell me I've become so attached to her. Floid frowned in annoyance.

Floid suddenly heard the sound of the door opening behind him and he spoke up calmly while still staring into the fire.

"How did the search go? Did you find anything that can help us?"