Graham stepped into Lynch's stone hut.
For someone who had grown up in a privileged environment, this was the first time he had entered such a humble place. When he walked in, he even seemed a bit reserved, hunched his shoulders slightly, and barely touched his toes to the ground.
Faced with the chair Lynch handed over, Graham hesitated for a moment, but thinking of his current predicament, he gritted his teeth and sat down.
Lynch asked, "Would you like some water?"
Graham quickly waved his hands, "No, no need. I already drank some before coming here; I'm not thirsty now."
Lynch raised an eyebrow slightly, closely observing every subtle expression of this Netta Apprentice. He couldn't understand it—why someone clearly so disgusted by the environment here would still force himself to stay.
Was there something he needed help with?
Lynch said, "Alright."
After a pause, he asked, "Visiting so late at night, is there something important you need to discuss?"
