The castle of Count Hamen was silent, save for the faint echo of footsteps as the shadowy figure made his way through the dimly lit corridors. His movements were swift and deliberate, his presence unnoticed by the guards and servants who went about their duties.
He had seen what he needed to see, and now it was time to report to his master.
Count Hamen stood on the balcony of his private chambers, his hands clasped behind his back as he gazed out over the city of Godeylet. The lights of the city flickered like distant stars, the sounds of life and activity drifting up to him on the cool night air. His expression was as unreadable as ever, his sharp eyes scanning the horizon as if searching for something—or someone.
The figure emerged from the shadows, his head bowed in deference as he approached Hamen. "My lord," he said, his voice low and respectful. "I have news."
Hamen didn't turn; his gaze was still fixed on the city below.
"Speak," he said, his tone calm but commanding.
