The tension in the air was palpable as Count Hamen approached the entrance grounds, his steps measured and his expression unreadable.
The county's soldiers stood at attention, their eyes fixed on Wymar and his men, who had been kept waiting inside the castle walls before the entrance.
Wymar's face was a mask of barely contained frustration, his hands clenched at his sides as he watched Hamen approach.
Behind him, his men shifted uneasily, their eyes darting between their leader and the imposing figure of the Count.
Jolthar and Myron stood to the side, their presence unnoticed for the moment as they observed the scene with keen interest. Their talk had been halted for the time being. Myon stayed with Jolthar as he was curious about Jolthar's arrival here, and his talk with Wymar only made him more intrigued.
Jolthar's sharp eyes studied Hamen, taking in the man's calm demeanour and the way he carried himself with an air of quiet authority.
