The air in the courtroom was thick with tension, every member of the Borgias Family waiting for the man in the black suit to make his next move.
His figure, still shrouded in shadows that seemed to defy the light of the room, radiated an aura of calm menace.
He was a figure of authority, a man who had seen and done things that most of them could only imagine in their darkest nightmares. And now, his mind was focused on a single goal: Lyerin Borgias.
"We must prepare," the man in the suit declared, his voice cold and calculated. "I will go to Lyerin's tribe, but be vigilant here in the real world. Lyerin is cunning, and he will likely attempt to retrieve his mother's body. You all must delay him as long as possible before I come there. Remember, the halfling has many tricks up his sleeve. Do not underestimate him, or we will all pay the price."
