Veau stared at the hand on his shoulder, wearing a bored look on his face.
"Half-brother, half." Veau corrected his half-brother, Zeau.
"Still my brother." Zeau was unfazed, still smiling kindly.
Veau hesitated, before patting Zeau's hand on his shoulder, walking into the hidden room. The hidden room in the cave was completely empty, there were only the torches on the wall that provided them light and at the end of the room, there were chains attached to the cavern wall, holding a figure captive.
In the centre of the room, there was a wooden table sprawled with embalming tools. The tools were stained with blood, and Veau observed the tools with a frown. Veau picked up one of the tools from the table, noting a torn, bloodied white feather stuck to it. He plucked the feather away, disintegrating it with his dark magic.