Alhaitham never enjoyed being the Acting Grand Sage. He didn’t exactly boast about it, considering he never even liked being in the spotlight in the first place.

A satisfied sigh escaped his lips as he placed his cup onto the table, feeling worn out after complaining to you about his day. Somehow, going to Lambard’s Tavern every weekend started to become routine for you two.

“Apologies for my lack of manners. How have you been?” He asked, tilting his head to the side.