The steady ticking of a clock filled the dimly lit office, the scent of aged wood and ink hanging in the air.
Lord Eldric sat behind his grand mahogany desk, his dark brown eyes flickering with irritation as he skimmed through the documents before him.
The flickerig candlelight cast elongated shadow across his sharp features, accentuating the short white beard that framed his face.
A sharp knock at the door pulled him from his thought. He exhaled through his nose, already dreadig the intrusion with a deep frown on his face.
"Enter," he called out in a loud tone.
A guard stepped inside, standing stiffly before the desk as he extended a sealed letter. Eldric took it, dismissing the man with a curt wave. The door shut, leaving him in silence once more.
Breaking the wax seal, he unfolded the letter and read its contents. A deep frown crept onto his face.
Ravon has been exposed. His body hangs on Lord Cain's mansion—alive, but barely.
