A man wearing black robes walked through the streets in the slums of the Kingdom of Lanthanor while taking care to keep his hood up to defend himself from the tumultuous wind and rain that was trying to make him stop his journey and go back to wherever he came from.
Seeing that it was getting harder and harder to keep moving forward, the man discreetly glanced around to check if there were any constables watching. It was a particularly stormy night in the Kingdom, making many constables seek shelter in their favorite bars hoping that their superiors were doing the same and thus not checking whether they were doing their duty.
Confirming that there was no one around, the man stepped forward but disappeared from his position.
The sputtering flame from a candle went out in a specific house due to the cold gust that he brought with him when he stepped out of the air.
Shivering, an old man wearing tattered clothes got up from his bed to relight the candle. Yet, he stopped in his tracks noticing that someone else was in the room with him.
"Ganver. I trust you have been well."
A deep voice woke him up from his shock, making him realize that the one who had arrived was in fact the owner of the house. A broad smile appearing on his face, he asked, "Daneel! Did you get what I asked for?" before rubbing his hands in anticipation.
In response, the man took out two bottles of yellow wine from his trousers before removing the soaked hood to expose his face.
A set of radiant green eyes that looked like they had some sort of power in them were the first things that stood out to anyone who was watching him do so. Then, one would notice the angular jaw and pointed chin which lent a perfection to the face as if they had been sculpted into place. Lastly, the sharp nose and confident smile would make one realize that Daneel had grown up into a handsome man from the cute kid he had once been.
Shaking the water off his clothes, Daneel glanced at the man who was already gulping down one of the bottles he had just handed to him.
This man was Ganver, a trusted friend of his father's who was entrusted with living in the Anivron house and alerting Daneel through a trinket in case there were any intrusions.
"Ganver, go to sleep. You won't have to stay much longer here."
As soon as he said so, the man who had just been feeling elated from the delicious wine suddenly felt sleepy; it was as if the wine had some sort of drug inside it which was intent on knocking the consciousness out of his mind.
Groggily nodding, he plopped down onto the bed behind him and promptly started snoring, making Daneel chuckle and pick up the bottles to place them on the table nearby.
"Sorry old friend, but you can't be awake for what is going to happen next.
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