Standing in the door was Jonas, as always, he wore as set of immaculate black clothing, with silver inlay. But his face looked aged, with deep wrinkles, and though his hair had been white before, now it looked dry and limp.
There was a deep sadness in his eyes, and even as he bowed, it seemed halfhearted.
Kothar knew what had caused him to become like this, and a lump formed in his throat as he looked at him.
At the same time, Kothar felt a deep seething rage, Krieg had not only betrayed him, but he had also come after Rotan, all because he had tried to negotiate with the Academy on Kothar's behalf.
"Please, follow me, sir." Jonas said, his voice shaky and weak, and he turned around, walking in toward the great hall of the keep.
The walls and great chandelier that hung above the hall were just as Kothar remembered them, but the throne that Roton had once sat on was gone.
