"My apologies for the intrusion, honorable elders," said Von Varen, his voice laden with urgency. "But I bring news that can't wait."
He deposited Elio on the floor with little care, causing a groan from the unconscious young man. The sound echoed in the silent room.
"Who is this?" asked Estin, his brow furrowing deeply, eyes scanning the prone figure with a mixture of curiosity and disdain.
"This," replied Von Varen, his voice steady despite the weight of his words, "is Elio Elian. Lucien's protégé and the one responsible for the new combat technique that has our soldiers so impressed."
The elders leaned forward, their eyes gleaming with predatory interest. The air in the room seemed to thicken with tension.
"And why have you brought him here?" inquired Mordred, his voice laden with suspicion, one gnarled hand gripping the edge of the table.