Sunshine streamed through the window, casting a radiant glow upon a woman with dark hair and piercing blue eyes, a face strikingly similar to the Storm King's.
And why wouldn't it be? After all, she was Elia Turner, the mother of the Storm King.
From the moment news of the Battle of Ravenfell had reached the Federation, Elia had immediately set out for the Tower of Daybreak. Her urgency was not only born from the concern that her son had participated in that brutal battle, but also from fear of what he might be enduring in its aftermath.
After months of arduous travel, she had finally arrived at Caleport. But when she learned that her son had shut himself away in his chambers for months on end, her concern gave way to utter fury.
She sat on a chair by the window, letting the breeze from outside wash away the foul stench permeating within the chamber. Gazing at the state of her son's room, her face hardened into a scowl.
