Something was wrong with Vanya

Logan stepped slowly onto the green carpet in the throne room of the Vensalor Kingdom.

Sitting on the throne chair was a person in white clothes with several gold-colored protectors on several parts of his body. A person with white hair along the back, with a crown attached to the head. Someone who looked to be in his 80s. He was Neldor Zylven, the King of Vensalor Kingdom.

Standing near the old man, a person in armor, someone with dark blond hair, looking with sharp eyes at the person walking into the room.

Logan paused, lowering his head. "Greetings, King Neldor."

"Logan Evans… Glad to welcome you to such a small place… I can't express my deep gratitude for what you have done for Vanya Zylven. Please say whatever you want to ease this woodsy feeling in my heart just a little."