In the world of Glory Lords X, anything that had even the slightest connection to a "god" was never simple.
Especially when it came to something like a temple. A place could only be called a temple if it was either tied to a true divine spirit, or if it belonged to the most revered, highest-ranking figure of an entire race. That title wasn't handed out lightly.
And with the obvious dynamic between these two individuals—one clearly subordinate to the other—it was hard not to read into it.
"You must be the esteemed Lord of Emerald Castle, Valkarion,"
"Please forgive this old man for the abrupt introduction. My name is Thaloren, elder of the Abyssan Naga Temple. It's truly an honor to meet you, Lord Valkarion."
While Ethan was still lost in thought, the elderly Abyssan Naga mage, Thaloren, had already stood up with a slight tremble and bowed politely.
"Elder Thaloren, you're too kind. Please, have a seat,"
