The Commander’s Presence

The room they stepped into bore a familiar structure—arched windows, high stone walls, and wooden beams supporting the ceiling. Its design was undeniably Nateron's, built with the same craftsmanship that shaped the castle itself. Yet, despite its foundations, something about the space felt distinctly different.

Perhaps it was the arrangement of the furniture—neatly aligned yet purposeful as if every piece served a function rather than mere decoration. Or maybe it was the banners that hung subtly in the corners, each bearing the sigil of Virencia. A small but undeniable claim that, while this land belonged to Nateron, for now, this space belonged to the delegation.

But the most defining factor was the woman who sat at the desk.

Commander Valerie.