Candence turned to Atticus, his expression tense. Fort Echohelm wasn't designed for luxury. It was a battle zone, functional, fortified, and practical. Yet, they had gone to great lengths to accommodate someone of Atticus's status.
Atticus's gaze shifted to Vyn, lingering just long enough to make the aged man visibly uncomfortable.
"It has been a pleasant experience. Thank you for your concern," Atticus said evenly, his tone calm. Then, with a slight pause, he asked, "By the way, how long have you been stationed here?"
The commanders exchanged surprised glances. Atticus's focus on Vyn was unexpected.
Vyn quickly composed himself. "I've served at Fort Echohelm for decades now," he began, but Candence interrupted.
"Vyn is one of our most trusted strategists," Candence said. "He's been here longer than I have, and his counsel has been invaluable to the fort's operations."
Atticus nodded slightly, his expression unreadable.
