CHAPTER 89: Ruins

Miria found herself seated across from the Highlord, a cup of tea in front of him from which he sipped gently, an audible sigh of pleasure coming from his mouth.

“Say what you will about Ryka,” Varis said.

“But her tea leaves are one of a kind, but I’d take a jar of wine of it anytime”

Miria found herself frozen, Varis seemingly unaware of the effect he had on her, somehow she doubted it. he was too keen and cunning not to realize the terror currently gripping her despite the cold look she gave out.

“Miria, the tattooed lady, ink affinity, yet to pick a second affinity” Varis started again, this time his tone slightly cold.

“Waiting for the convergence as well?” he asked.

“The venerable Highlord knows all” she replied with a bow.

“You flatter me lady Miria” he gushed in response.

“It doesn’t answer my earlier question though”