The moment the connection with Yohn's spirit faded completely, Velrion did not allow the silence to linger for long. The unease that had settled in his chest demanded movement and he acted on it without hesitation.
He turned sharply from the window and moved across his room with purpose. His robe shifted behind him as his thoughts aligned into clear intent.
Within minutes, he had already summoned the three individuals he trusted most within the Arcane Authority, calling them through direct channels that did not invite delay or question.
Eldric arrived first. The old man's presence was composed and analytical as always, followed by Varden whose heavier steps carried a grounded strength that contrasted the tension in the air. He brought a sword to his hip as always. Finally Arven whose quieter demeanor masked a perceptiveness that rarely missed anything important.
