Like a disgruntled child, August, after some time, appeared before the All-Knowing. He'd been too curious to turn down the 'invitation.'
"To what do I owe the summons, respectable Sir Ofnir?"
"I was hoping you'd come." He walked silently around the man, closing the door behind August. He turned to face him before finally walking back to the table, and with a grunt, lifted his helmet off. His hair was plainly seen, dark circles under his aged, strange eyes. A frown set on his face.
"You've been away for some time, August. I hope the trek back wasn't too far for you." He walked to the hearth and motioned for his guest to follow him. He used a small iron tool to pull a hot kettle off the fire, before gesturing to two cups on the table. Tea.
"You wouldn't mind something warm? It was raining out last I checked. Come, sit." He motioned to a chair by the fire.
