“Travis Garamond,” the Emperor said, looking up at him with a stern look on his face.
“Um...yes?” Travis answered, realizing by his uncanny recognition that this was another No One.
The Emperor’s face quickly turned to a friendly smile. “It is an honor to meet you. I am the Emperor.”
“Oh, oh hi,” Travis said, shaking the short man’s hand. “Nice to meet you.”
“May I ask if you have time to speak in a less crowded location?”
“Oh, of course, I was just leaving anyway. Let’s...um...”
Travis and the Emperor left the store and walked down the street to a Starbucks, where they sat down at a table. Travis thought about buying something to not draw attention to them, but realized he still had no money, and nobody seemed to notice them enter anyway, so he sat with the Emperor, who maintained his silence and refined demeanor.
“I am sorry to report,” the Emperor finally said after about 20 seconds of awkward silence, “that I am not here merely for an introductory visit.”
“Oh, no problem. Does this have to do with Reginald’s challenge last night?”
“No, that has been settled. This is about a new challenge. Against you.”
“What? But, but I was told yesterday that I wasn’t going to be challenged for a while!” Travis practically shouted.
“I’m apologize for the misinformation you received. There is no established grace period.”
“Well, who challenged me?”
“They have requested that information be withheld.”
“They can do that?!”
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