As the doors creaked open, Lucavion's gaze settled on the warm, softly lit dining room beyond. The long table was already set, and seated at it were the Baron and his family. At the head of the table sat the Baron himself, dressed in simple but finely tailored clothing that spoke of practicality over ostentation. Beside him was his wife, a woman of gentle grace with kind eyes, and across from her was Ron, the Baron's son, the very boy Lucavion had saved from the bandits. The boy's eyes lit up the moment he saw Lucavion, a mixture of admiration and gratitude shining in his gaze.
The Baron rose from his seat, a welcoming smile crossing his face as he gestured for Lucavion to enter. "Mister Lucavion," he began, his voice warm and sincere, "we are honored that you accepted our invitation to join us for dinner. Please, make yourself comfortable."
