Lucem
Ten Thousand Club
Seren nodded. He was always polite when it came to important situations. Even if someone really annoyed him, he would hold his tongue. "Viza? That old man is probably smoking up a storm somewhere. You know how he is." He began walking with Greg, keeping an eye out for the Beta. He had lots of nicknames for Viza, but Old Man was one of his favorites. It referred to the gray hairs that the Beta had on his head.