Candles were lit everywhere, and the bright golden light seemed to dance on every wall of the room. A large painting was hung next to the window, behind the desk where the old man was sitting, of a large naval vessel saying through a storm. But all these things in the room, didn't compare to the most interesting piece of them all. A magnificent orange bird, with dark blue eyes sat on a bird perch next to the owner. It's huge, muscular body could probably carry Star and fly away with her.
“Come in come in, my friends.” welcomed the old man, as if inviting some company he was expecting. Nathan walked in with Star, while Nei(e)ko closed the door. The old man got up from his chair and walked over to Nathan with outstretched hands. He shook Nathans hands and then said. “My friend, I am Kenta.”
“Nathan Corway, sir.”
“Ahh pleasure to meet you, Nathan. And who is this?” asked Kenta, looking at Star.
Star being shy, usually stepped back but this time she outstretched her hand like Nathan did and replied with her name. “Star.”
“Well, welcome my child.” replied Kenta, with a warm smile. “Now I must apologize to you all, for my behavior earlier but this heaviness has been slowly building inside of me and upon seeing my good friend, Neiko, I lost my emotion. Times are tough as it is.”
“It is fine,” replied Neiko. “Having to suffer in public is great courage, and many do not have the valor to do so.” Kenta moved back to his desk and sat down on the chair. He looked em brassed due to the fact of not offering a chair to sit on for Neiko, Nathan and Star, but they did not say anything knowing better than to ask.
“I have always loved this room, Kenta. I'm glad that you have decided to keep it this way.” Neiko sighed.
“It is not I, but the tax collectors. Damn their filthy hides, for ages I have given clarity and donations but right when you ask them for help, they treat you like a stray dog.
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