Inside, the room was spacious yet understated, its walls lined with tapestries and bookshelves. A single large window let in the pale light of day, casting long shadows across the polished floor.
Standing near the centre of the room were two figures: Johamma, her presence commanding even in stillness; Caelum, his posture relaxed but his eyes sharp as ever.
Two of them turned as Jolthar entered, their expressions a mix of expectation and something else—something unspoken. The weight of their stares pressed against him, but Jolthar met their gazes without hesitation.
He stepped forward, the door clicking shut behind him, sealing him in with the clan's most formidable figures.
Jolthar stepped into the patriarch's chamber, his presence commanding attention despite his bandaged arms and the simplicity of his attire.
The room was sombre, its heavy atmosphere compounded by the faint scent of incense burning on a nearby table.
