Somma's room was modest and utilitarian, lacking any ornate decorations or excessive furnishings. The walls were lined with shelves holding various weapons, and light armor. A small workbench occupied one corner, cluttered with half-finished projects and remnants of past experiments. A single window allowed light to filter in, casting a soft glow over the space but offering little warmth against the chill of the stone walls. In the center of the room, a simple bed served as a resting place for the injured youth, who lay propped up with pillows, his knee heavily bandaged and stained with dried blood.
As August entered, he found Somma standing by the bed, his posture respectful.
"You are here, Core Apprentice August," Somma stated, his voice steady despite the grim situation.
