Mage tower

The interior of the manor was as imposing as its exterior. High-vaulted ceilings framed with dark wood beams loomed over intricately woven rugs and polished stone floors. Chandeliers adorned with crystals cast soft light across the spacious hall.

Servvas was led to a private sitting room overlooking the estate's gardens, where refreshments awaited.

Nyssara, ever silent and watchful, followed closely behind, her cloak trailing over the stone floors like a shadow. Servvas noted the subtle glances the servants cast in her direction—equal parts curiosity and fear.

Adreth gestured for Servvas to sit by the roaring fireplace, pouring two glasses of spiced wine as he did. "So, what brings you here, Servvas? You're not one to travel without a purpose."

Servvas accepted the glass, swirling the liquid thoughtfully. "Purpose, indeed," he murmured.

"You know I always wanted to come to the empire and set myself around here."