The Gathering

Turai stood before the familiar building, the same place Hubert had brought him to on the days when their discussions couldn't be held within the more formal walls of the Wanderers Order. It was a secluded place, one Turai had later learned belonged to Hubert and his team.

This was their private space—where they could strategize, train, or simply rest away from the eyes of the town. It was a modest structure, decorated just enough to make it comfortable and welcoming, but not so extravagant that it would attract unwanted attention. Hubert had designed it to be a sanctuary, a place where they could regroup without the fear of outsiders intruding.

Turai moved closer to the door, pausing when he heard Gareth's hearty, thunderous laughter echo from within. It was a sound he recognized immediately—loud, boisterous, and filled with the same energy Gareth always seemed to carry.