The grand dining hall of Viscount Dustin's estate was lavishly decorated, with golden chandeliers casting a warm glow over the table adorned with a feast fit for royalty.
The Viscount welcomed Prince Aedric, Lady Selene, Elias, and their small retinue of servants with the kind of practiced hospitality one would expect from a noble well-versed in courtly manners.
His smile never faltered, his words were smooth, and his demeanor radiated charm.
"I am truly honored to host you, Your Highness, Lady Selene, and Priest Elias," the Viscount said, raising his glass in a toast. "I have long admired the wisdom and strength of the imperial family. Your presence here elevates my humble home."
Prince Aedric nodded in acknowledgment, though his expression remained impassive. Selene smiled politely but offered no words. Elias, seated slightly apart from the royal pair, observed the Viscount closely. Something about the man's overly polished demeanor felt... off.