Snap!
The room was suddenly flooded with light. Denvor shielded his eyes as he glanced at the door.
"Harry Stewart, what the f*ck are you doing? Why did you turn on the lights? The atmosphere's all ruined now!" Denvor remarked in his shrill, high-pitched voice.
Harry waved at the scantily-clad girl, and she hurriedly scuttled out of the room.
"Ahem, Master Loch, let me introduce you to someone. This is Isaac Garten, the head of the Temple of Drakon. Isaac, this is the great master Denvor Loch, he belongs to the 97th generation of descendants of the Schoenus Sect," Harry said, getting between the two others as he introduced them to one another.
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