The delegation arrived at dawn, when mist still clung to the Ackerman estate grounds like a shroud.
Soren spotted them first from his position beside Fenix in the training courtyard. The boy had been working through sword forms since before sunrise - a habit that reminded Soren painfully of Zeke.
Six carriages, travel-worn and modest, bearing the faded crests of families he recognized from decades past. Families that had once held power in the Ninth Province before everything collapsed.
"Visitors," Soren said quietly, his eyes never leaving the approaching carriages. "Important ones."
"I see them," Fenix replied, lowering his practice blade. "Six families, at least."
"More." Soren's expression was grave. "This isn't a social call. They're here because of what you showed against the Richter boy." He glanced at Fenix. "I'll inform your uncle and gather the elders. Young master, will you come with me or meet us at the courtyard?"
"I'll come."
