The first hints of dawn were just beginning to lighten the sky as Duncan stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Grand Manor's study. He cut an imposing figure in a silk robe of deep burgundy, its rich color a stark contrast to the pale marble of the room. In his hand, he held a crystal goblet filled with a liquid too thick and dark to be wine.
"My Lord," came a voice from the doorway. Duncan turned to see Damien entering the room, already impeccably dressed in a tailored suit of dove gray, a pale blue tie adding a touch of color to his ensemble.
"Damien," Duncan acknowledged with a nod. "You're up early."
Damien moved to stand beside his master, his reflection barely visible in the window's glass. "There's much to prepare for tonight's gathering. I wanted to ensure all was in order."
Duncan's lips curled into a small smile. "Being meticulous now, are we?. Tell me, what's the mood in the city?"
