The sun was shining merrily behind Vale, pouring through the open window like a waterfall of golden brilliance. Vale was looking through some of the documents in front of him with a mild frown when someone cleared their throat.
Vale finally raised his head, looking at Tiber, taking note of the way he dressed. Tiber wore fitted black and red clothes, and the jacket he wore on top was a bit flared.
It was a combination of both military and what could be considered a noble way of dressing. Vale also caught the fact that there was a deliberate lack of a crest adorning it.
He also carried the artifact wrapped in a cloth on his back.
"You look surprisingly not tired," Vale grumbled, rubbing his own eyes wearily.
Tiber smiled. "In this regard, my powers give me a bit of an advantage. But you don't look as tired as you were some two months ago, My Lord."
