Later that afternoon, with the sun hanging low in the sky and casting long shadows across the village paths, Luke found himself standing before the modest quarters where the guards who had watched over the prisoner resided. The small building was tucked near the eastern edge of the settlement, its wooden walls marked with the usual sigils of Noirism and simple charms meant to ward off evil. Ilyrana stood beside him, her gaze sharp and watchful, while Theron had offered to accompany them as well, citing his familiarity with the guards as a reason to join.
"Inside," Theron gestured, his old hand creaking as he pushed the wooden door open. "They've been expecting you."
