Conflict

Richard hated it when people blocked his way; it reminded him of Papin.

Even if Papin’s moronity was a feat in itself, he’d still managed to interrupt the first anniversary of his mother’s death. The blow it had dealt was far worse than anything Steven had ever done, even if Richard was just as eager to get rid of Steven because of the events with Erin.

Truth be told, Richard thought nothing of the assassination attempt. He knew fully well that he would need to get on the battlefield at some point, and when compared to the conquests of planes this mere assassination wouldn’t even be considered child’s play. The only thing he’d retained was Naya’s brutal interrogation of Blood Parrot. He still had no idea whether the Blade of Calamity had gleaned any information or he didn’t care and just wanted to prepare him for the blood he’d see in the future.

And yet, despite Richard not liking his path being blocked, it was blocked all the same. And the person ahead was the one he least wanted to see— Steven.

The dragon warlock still had on a graceful smile, reaching a hand out to Richard with flawless elegance in his posture, “Long time no see, Richard. Are you here for a catalogue of the auction as well?”

Richard looked at Steven’s face and then the proffered hand, having no plans to shake it as...