As a matchmaker you are used to high end clients. Wealthy clients leave with a new ring with more than price tag to show off, normal clients leave hand in hand. You were considered a modern day Cupid. But you knew a tough client when you saw one. Diluc Ragvindr, the richest client you’ve had, while seemed elegant and brilliant at the wedding party you two met at, clearly wasn’t that behind the tie. His bedroom was a mess as he was focused on some video games. The windows were shut and he sat in workout clothes. “Forgive me, the Master is on his ‘break day’ he normally isn’t this messy.” Adelinde spoke as you two stood at the doorframe. “Master Ragvindr, the matchmaker is here!” She called. He took off his headphones as he paused the game and turned around. “Oh, I must’ve forgotten about our appointment. My apologies, come in.” He spoke in a way far more different than his eloquent stoicism at the party, almost like he was tired.