The One Masked

Drevan nodded, a glint of determination shining in his eyes. He knew that behind the pomp and courtesy lay far greater stakes. The upcoming meeting would be crucial, and he was determined to uncover the mysteries of this fortress and its enigmatic ruler.

After freshening up and taking a moment to relax, Drevan and Morwen prepared for the announced meeting. They donned more formal attire, provided in an elegantly carved wardrobe. The garments, of exceptional quality, seemed tailored to fit them perfectly, much to their pleasant surprise.

Once ready, they left their quarters and were escorted by a silent servant through the fortress's labyrinthine halls to a grand meeting room. The space was dominated by a long table of massive wood, surrounded by richly adorned chairs. Maps and documents were spread across the table, signaling the gravity of the discussions to come.