As Zestial left the meeting to return to the privacy of his home, he couldn’t have helped but reflect on that little outburst by Velvette. The young woman’s impatience was nothing new, but her disrespect towards him had been more biting than usual. But for the moment, he merely tried to shake off the annoyance, preparing to brew some tea when he got in - a habit he indulged in with great regularity.

Zestial had just finished brewing some tea for himself, his long fingers gently holding the handle of the bone china mug. Taking a sip, he felt the warm liquid slide down his throat as he sat down in his reading chair, a sense of contentment taking root within him as he placed his hat on the small table nearby. It was at that moment, however, that he suddenly felt a presence in his home.

"Who is th're? I can senseth thy presence. And wherefore, prayeth bid, wouldst a p'rson bethink t wise to trespass into mine own home uninvited?"