Four days ago, Karve received a message from Wels via his network of messenger crows. This message told him to report to Snakewell, among other things.
Now, in the present, he had arrived at Snakewell.
It only took him three days to reach it, since he chose to leave immediately. However, he arrived late at night, and as much as he could have gone without rest, he chose to allow the master to sleep and wait until morning.
But the night had come and gone, and here he was in front of the doors to the audience hall. He took a silent, deep breath and entered.
The doors were pushed open silently and effortlessly. The light pouring in behind him seemed dimmer than usual, and the shadows retreating from its presence seemed darker. Perhaps, this was because he was naturally dark, with his black hair, darkened skin like a reddish-brown wood, and his black coloured eye.
He was the Son of Shadows after all. It was natural for the world to darken around him.
