Layla was casually strolling through what seemed to be a museum floor of the East Tower of the Administrative Complex, moving from one framed picture to the next, each one displaying a name and biography of its subject, famous existences across Nienope, godslayers who had risen to prominence over the last 80 years, along with the portraits of its Councilmen.
Just as she arrived at Stelan's portrait, the door to the hallway opened, and she turned her gaze toward it to see an unfamiliar man standing in the doorway.
He was fairly tall, with salt and pepper hair, chiselled facial features, a neatly trimmed beard, and dark-blue eyes.
He glanced at her with a look of confusion, then lowered his gaze to the shadow her body cast across the floor, his eyebrow raising in light surprise.
