The golden afternoon sun streamed through the tall windows of the annex mansion as Klaus stepped into its familiar halls. The faint scent of polished wood and fresh lilies filled the air, a subtle yet comforting reminder of the home he had come to know so well. Dudu trailed behind him, his tiny claws clicking softly against the marble floor. The baby dragon had tired himself out after their sparring session and now waddled sleepily, occasionally glancing up at Klaus as if to ask when he could nap.