The Grey Shadow Hall loomed over him with a solemn presence, its dark stone walls beautifully carved with ancient sigils that shimmered softly in the morning light. As Robert got closer, the enormous doors creaked open quietly, as if the hall had sensed his arrival. He straightened his robe, took a moment to collect his thoughts, and stepped inside.
Even with the torches burning brightly, shadows lingered in the corners, and the air was cool and thick with incense. Robert moved with purposeful composure until he arrived in the room where Elder Devlin was seated. After knocking on the door, Elder Devlin replied, "Come in." The elder's sharp gaze cut through the dimness, weighing Robert as though measuring his resolve.
Robert bowed low. "Elder Devlin."
The elder gave a single nod, his expression unreadable. "You have come quickly. Good."
Robert straightened, eyes flickering toward the side of the chair. "He asks about Lady Sarah."
