Before the tension in the room could escalate any further, another figure stepped into the dining hall. It was Varya, her presence commanding attention as she strode in with calm confidence.
"Welcome back, Guildmaster." Varya offered a graceful curtsy to Kargan, who still had his weapon drawn. Her voice, while respectful, carried a weight that momentarily softened the tension in the air. "It must have been a difficult journey. Welcome home."
Kargan blinked, momentarily surprised to see Varya. Relief washed over him as she spoke. Finally, someone who could explain the strange events that had transpired in his absence.
"Varya..." Kargan muttered, lowering his weapon, though his frustration still simmered beneath the surface. "What is going on here? What happened to our clan? Why was the gate closed?"
