The light of the teleport faded, and Fae and the hermit found themselves standing in Grandmaster Elion's office. The room was vast, lined with shelves of ancient tomes that hummed faintly with magic, and the air carried the scent of polished wood and subtle herbs. Elion looked up from his desk, his expression warm but attentive.
"Welcome," he said gently. "You have arrived safely."
Fae and the hermit exchanged nervous glances, still holding hands instinctively. Their shoulders were tense, and they seemed unsure of this new place. Elion noticed immediately and offered a reassuring smile.
"You are safe here," he continued. "This is your space to rest and adjust. Take all the time you need."
Both of them nodded, though a faint nervousness lingered in their eyes.
"Are you ready to see your rooms?" Elion asked, motioning toward a quiet hallway that stretched ahead.
Fae and the hermit nodded again, hesitating only for a moment before stepping forward.
