They entered the aviary one after another, the doors closing softly behind them. The large space was filled with the soft rustle of feathers and the occasional chirp of bird-type beasts, a tranquil atmosphere that belied the tension in the air.
The aviary was a vast, domed structure, its ceiling high enough to allow even the largest of the winged creatures to soar freely. Sunlight filtered through the glass panels above, casting dappled light across the lush greenery that filled the space.
The inspectors and Mr. Hawke moved purposefully, their eyes scanning the area with a calculated intensity.
Adrian stayed close to Mrs. Rena, watching the way she held herself with a quiet confidence, though he could sense the undercurrent of anxiety beneath her composed exterior. Irithel and the other workers hung back slightly, their expressions a mix of concern and vigilance.
