Mathew maintained his downward gaze, controlling his breathing before responding. 'Elder Tom, my James family confronts a challenging predicament. Adversaries are emerging to oppose us, endangering our clan's very foundations. My deceased grandfather passed this token to me, explaining that should the James clan encounter peril beyond our capacity to endure, we might appeal for the Walker clan's assistance. Now, I have arrived to honor that directive and seek counsel from your respected family.
The words were clear, respectful, and heavy with intent. Elder Tom's gaze sharpened, though his expression remained calm. He tapped his finger against the armrest once, the sound echoing across the hall.
"Very well," he said at last. "Because you hold the token, I am open to hearing what you have to say. Just a reminder, Mathew James—this token allows for one favor only, not an infinite number. Speak carefully, for the Walker clan does not move without purpose."
