"Uh, hello?! Still here, thanks!" Paul sounded angry. He had to shove his lunch down his throat for a Tourney invite?! He hasn't dueled in a year now; why would he be invited. More importantly, the others completely forgot he was standing there.
"Yes, well, you can leave anytime you want, i suppose." Said the old man.
"Oh no. Now all of us are in this together-" he stared at the man's invite, "-Alii?"
"Uh, no. That's me." saidthe boy standing next to the old man. His hair was long and tied back. It was an odd color of white as well.
"Oh, sorry. Anyway, whatever your name is, i am not leaving until evrything is told to me now. I've been called away from designing cards for Pegasus for a Tourney invite? No; this involves me now, and i want to know everything."
The old man sighed. "Fine. just pull up that chair and i tell you evrything you want to know. Firstly, my name is Professor Adams..."