Erik raised a curious eyebrow, but didn't ask what Elora meant, or what the deal is with that staff. He was curious to see how things would progress.
Down below, Nora's Wulfs all looked surprised, with some quietly whispering to each other on both floors, wondering what was happening. This told Erik it wasn't a common occurrence.
A few moments after Nora's call, a door opened just behind her on the stage, and four people stepped through. At the front was a man, chained and slightly bloodied, in torn clothes. It looked like he'd endured a few beatings. This man was being pushed forward by another one.
The second was burly, almost as tall as Erik and with powerful, rippling muscles stretching against his clothes. His expression was filled with disdain as he glared down at the stumbling man in front of him.
