Dashtan shook the hand of a man around the same age as his stepfather quite tightly. A polite smile graced his face as the man smiled while shaking hands.

“Thank you for coming this far, Master Reynaldi. Come on, please sit down,” Dashtan greeted and then they sat across from each other on a dark blue soft sofa.

“Does not matter. Your dad said if I had to meet you to start the dig, you’d be in charge there.” Master Reynaldi looked at Dashtan with his modest gaze. Dashtan smiled, the man had been so attached to her since they first met at the opening of the museum in Singapore....