After dropping Adyr off at the Draven mansion, Malrik bid him farewell and left, promising they'd meet again soon and that next time, he'd introduce him to others as well.
The sun was already low in the sky, casting long shadows across the stone courtyard. A soft breeze moved through the hedges, carrying with it the faint scent of the evening meal being prepared somewhere deeper in the estate.
"Lord Adyr," the knights at the courtyard gate saluted him, their silver armor catching the last light of the day. Though they weren't used to seeing a practitioner up close, they held their posture firmly, if a little tense.
Adyr nodded silently and passed through the main gates.
Vesha approached from across the courtyard, walking briskly with two maids following behind. The fading light brushed against her hair and shoulders, warming her silhouette as she smiled.
"I was worried you'd end up staying at that inn again. Welcome back," She said.
