His gaze drifted to the ceiling of his quiet bedroom as the Mages bowed and took their leave.
About ten minutes had passed since he was brought back to his chambers.
The walls, a replica of the Colosseum, was weathered, dirty brown in color. Vintage furniture, arranged with precision, created a sense of order amidst the chaos in his thoughts. The ancient mahogany round table, accompanied by two chairs, stood sentinel in the center of the room while a double–sized bed, where he lay anchored the space.
As he turned towards the left, the open window–wall came into view, framing the vibrant scene beyond. The cheers and excited voices of the Spectators swirled in, carrying the whispers of his own curiosity. 'It must be Jane and Darell. I wonder who's leading'. He mused, a soft glint sparkling in his eyes.
