A week prior—Daveed's palms were slick with sweat as he approached the entrance to the Deep Undercroft. The imposing granite gates, etched with ancient runes and guarded by monumental dwarf statues, loomed before him.
After nearly two decades of banishment, he was returning to a place he had once called home—a home that had become a symbol of his exile and disgrace. The orders from Leon were clear: recruit as many craftsmen as possible for the fort's renovation. But for Daveed, this task was fraught with personal history and unresolved emotions.
As he stood before the gates, the chilling wind of the mountain nipped at his face, pulling him into the past. Daveed's mind drifted back to the moment his life had taken a sharp, irrevocable turn.
