The grand hall was alive with activity as the guests continued to pour in, their voices blending into a melodic hum of laughter and conversation. The scent of roasted meats and exotic spices wafted through the air, and the glittering chandeliers above reflected off polished armour and delicate silks.
Jolthar, seated in his quiet corner, observed everything with a practiced eye, his demeanour calm and uninterested—until Liliana and Lorryll made their entrance.
The pair walked in, their presence immediately commanding attention as they led with red-robed men around them.
Liliana, with her graceful yet assertive stride, wore an elegant dress that subtly emphasized her authority and beauty. Beside her, Lorryll moved with equal confidence, but his expression carried a distinct air of entitlement.
Flanking them were ten robed men, their dark attire stark against the vibrant backdrop of the hall.
