"Mr. Chairman, someone is asking to see you."
The quill pen halted, and the sound of writing abruptly stopped.
Idrim-Bakite looked up at his servant, "Do they have an appointment?"
"No, but it seems urgent. According to your instructions, I'm supposed to notify you."
Idrim glanced at the watch hanging on the bookshelf and nodded.
Soon after, the servant brought in the absent-minded Orlenze person.
Idrim took off his glasses and, with just one glance at the other's dark skin, saw the traces of a long life spent making a living on the Sky Sea.
He asked in a kindly voice, "May I ask what brings you here?"
The man's face was pale, drenched in sweat. He struggled for a long while before speaking, "I..."
"I'm here to report something..."
...
The Floating Island Whale was magnificent, its mountain-like ship's rail slowly approaching Tarn's tree-bridge pier.
When it came to a stop, a long whistle sounded.
