Aveline and Gabriel arrived at Elder Thorne's private chamber, a secluded gigantic mansion that stood alone in the heart of thick woods. The air was filled with thick tension as they stepped onto the lovely terrace. Thorne was sighted from afar already waiting for them, sitting in a high-backed chair like a king holding court. His calm appearance didn't cover the sharpness in his gaze.
"So, you've come to me for answers," Thorne said, his voice smooth and calculated. "But nothing worth having comes without a price."
Aveline dropped her shoulders, meeting his fiery eyes. "We don't have time for games, Thorne. If you know something, tell us."
Thorne smiled faintly, pointing at chairs in his big room for them to sit. "Patience, dear Aveline. The pieces must come together correctly for the truth to come out perfectly. I'll give you what you seek—but only if you pledge your public loyalty to me."
