The room was simple and elegant. The bed was neatly made, and even the chairs and tables were symmetrically arranged, as though he were a perfectionist.
Halo sat across from Hazard at a tea table, watching as he gently sipped his tea.
"I trust you won't take offense. I was told a woman relieved you of your sense of taste."
Halo smiled awkwardly.
'How much did that bastard tell them?'
He sighed.
"I'm sure you're concerned about the Northern Mist, about who they are, and why Nava's connection to them is both threatening and hard to accept."
Hazard said and rested his cup on the table.
"Yes, I suppose."
Hazard ceased the moment.
"Forming a cohort in this world is no small matter. To ensure strong succession, most have ancestry that reaches to the Ashen Ages, or beyond."
The atmosphere grew calmer and yet eerie.
"Starting a cohort without strong backing isn't easy. Only a handful can do it, and even then, they usually need a god, a powerful being, or a castle behind them."
