The others at the table returned the slight bow in the same manner but did not rise. The first reason was that their lord, Ülgen, had remained seated. The second was the long-standing enmity between Hvítreiðr and the dark sorcerer known as Master. Though they were now allies due to the oath sworn upon Azderos' Laws of Power, the cold distance between them had not thawed.
"I accept your master's greetings. Take a seat," the young Fatih gestured with his hand toward the three chairs arranged side by side across the table. Their engravings were no different from the other chairs in the room, except for Ülgen's own. Bronze carvings and stone craftsmanship adorned them in the same manner.
