It's easy to grow accustomed to luxury but hard to adapt back to frugality. By now, Leon was becoming more and more grandiose in his ways. Even when he needed something, he couldn't be bothered to visit personally—he merely sent a Tiefling maid to find Fiora.
Fiora was quite responsible, spending most of her daylight hours working as an Inspector at Watchtower Port, only returning to the Volcanic Island for rest in the afternoons and evenings. As such, Leon met with her in the afternoon.
"What can I do for you, Sir Leon?" Fiora had, in her heart, already accepted herself as one of Leon's subordinates, yet she still couldn't let go of such formal titles.
"Sir Leon? Why so formal? Just call me Leon." Leon admitted he enjoyed teasing that dumb bronze dragon on regular days, but today, he wasn't in the mood—he had a favor to ask.