Before Cyrus could respond, Sylus emerged from a nearby doorway, his presence commanding immediate attention. "It's fine," Sylus said, his voice steady but carrying an authority that left no room for argument. The clergymen hesitated only for a moment before bowing slightly and stepping aside.
Sylus nodded at Cyrus. "Follow me."
They walked in silence down a series of corridors, the stone walls adorned with tapestries depicting scenes of battle and divine intervention. The air grew cooler the farther they went until they arrived at a modest wooden door. Sylus opened it, revealing a small but well-kept office. The room was lined with bookshelves, each crammed with tomes, scrolls, and ledgers. A simple desk sat in the center, papers neatly arranged alongside a single candle that had burned down halfway.
