The day ended the way most days ended in the Heights.
With… exhaustion.
Snow pressed against the Wall like a patient enemy. The streets inside Velmourn were quieter than usual.
And after the work shift ended, the Alliance Council gathered again.
Morvain sat at the center of the long table with stiff shoulders and heavy eyes, Korvath sat beside her. Aelindra sat with a stack of notes that looked thicker than yesterday's. Tarevian's face seemed… exhausted. Nymeris held her hands together and did not show much reaction.
Kael and Lavinia sat together, watching everything quietly.
And at the far end, Gruumak sat like a boulder that had been dragged indoors. Zakaar stood beside him, ready to translate everything for his chief.
The Translator looked much more exhausted today, and how could he not? He had to run around from one place to another to translate what was being said. He was working… tirelessly.
