The Redania Empire (9) The Summoner's Contemplation

Crackle! Crackle!

(The Duke... The north... The hidden agenda...) (Lyan)

The Duke's piercing gaze seemed to linger on the dancing flames, their fiery embrace reflecting in Lyan's deep, obsidian eyes. The crackling of the fire in the hearth filled the room, casting a warm and comforting glow that eased the chill of the northern air. In this cocoon of flickering light, Lyan found solace and the clarity he needed to navigate the tangled web of secrets and hidden agendas.

The meeting with the Duke's enigmatic emissaries had been nothing short of intense. They spoke in hushed tones, their words laden with veiled meanings and cryptic intentions. Lyan sensed that something lay beneath the surface, something darker than the flickering shadows that danced around the room. The Duke, a man of great power and influence, had summoned him for a reason, and Lyan couldn't shake the feeling that he was merely a pawn in a much larger game.