Thaddeus exhaled, letting the silence of the room settle after Lysander's departure.
But it did not last long.
Edran shifted slightly, his arms crossing over his broad chest. His sharp blue eyes flickered with something uncertain before he finally spoke.
"My lord… is this really okay?" His tone was careful, but his hesitation was clear. "That old man is a bit…"
He trailed off, searching for the right word.
Thaddeus gave him a dry look. "Difficult?"
Edran exhaled sharply. "That's putting it lightly."
Doran was an oddball among knights, to put it mildly. A man who spoke in riddles when he wasn't outright ignoring people. A veteran whose reputation was equal parts brilliance and pure eccentricity.
Doran's eccentricity was not just a matter of personality—it was a consequence of something far graver.
