An elderly man and woman stood in an open space, their noble steeds stood at a distance behind them, grazing on tall grasses that surrounded them.
The man, Alaric Ironfell held something in his hand, it was a golden card, his and his wife's names written boldly across the front.
His expression remained calm, but his eyes carried a gravity rarely seen even by those who knew him.
The golden card in his hand emitted a faint glow.
It was a summons. One that could not be ignored.
For the first time in over a century, the Elder Covenant had called for an emergent gathering.
Alaric closed his fist around the card, Esty walked up to him and they both exchanged glances, nodding slightly at each other and moving forward simultaneously.
Each step was heavier than the last.
They finally stopped at a transparent window that looked like a portal to another world. Alaric took a deep breath and slotted the card into this mirror, slowly turning it to the left.
