Negotiating with Master Argos

Third Person's POV

From his striking appearance, refined clothing, and to his composed demeanor.

She also took care to describe the wickedly curved saber he had presented at the reception desk.

At her detailed account, the doors creaked open and revealed a haughty-looking middle-aged man.

His thick and unruly eyebrows nearly merged above his piercing brown eyes and gave him an odd mix of comical yet imposing fierceness.

Despite his slightly absurd appearance, Amelia knew better than to underestimate him.

His skill and reputation were well-earned but so was his infamously difficult nature.

"Take me to them."

He issued the order with a wave of his hand and Amelia quickly nodded before turning to lead the way back downstairs.

As they descended, the forger's sharp gaze never wavered, scrutinizing her every move with quiet intrigue.