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With little effort, Tristan swiftly made his way to the door. He was dressed in his finest, a new shirt made of only silk. His family had received a special present from travelers out East. While most residents adapted to the modern era, Tristan always held dearly to his royal attire and strapped sword around his waist. Pulling the door open, he was met with great surprise as Berlioz stood there. “How may I help you, Berlioz?”
Berlioz stood there with his hands in his pockets, waiting for the door to open. He too hadn’t ever really adapted to the way modern people dressed. He found that, for the most part, he still dressed as thought he was in the 1920s. Though, that was mostly because he didn’t want to spend money on new clothes. He could feel the little box in his pocket and that’s when the door opened. “Tristan. I’m glad you’re here. I wanted to talk about something.”
