After so many days without a clue of Althea, Ansel had unfortunately come to a conclusion that it was time to thicken his face and ask this guy for information
Anyway, the more annoying pompous fatty-slash-spokesperson wasn't here to bloviate on the lord's greatness. No one would be mocking him for asking for help.
Ansel patiently waited for Micheal to finish his speech before coming to find him. Ansel stood at the path of his exit, trying not to appear as pompous as he usually did.
"How may I help you?" Micheal asked, as friendly as always, while his cronies didn't look at him very well. This was understandable, he rejected their lord after all.
Ansel took out the family photo on his wallet. "I'm looking for my family. Especially… my siblings."
Micheal nodded and gracefully took the photo. The man's blue eyes stayed on the picture for a moment longer than others.
