Private Meeting (2)

The first place we stopped at was a quaint little cafe. Savoring the coffee, which had a surprisingly good aroma for a medieval fantasy game, Carlyle looked at Felix, who was sitting across from him. She was wearing a Magical Engineering Mask to hide her identity. If a famous person of the Gray Cardinal's level walked around, attention would be drawn in an instant. “It's quaint.” That was his immediate impression. “What's quaint?” “But at your age, Your Eminence, I thought ...