Noel and Balthor entered.
Inside, Torwan was already seated. Unlike them, he wore no mask this time. His dark eyes studied them from across the room with a calm, practiced smile.
"You've arrived. Welcome back," he said smoothly.
"Thanks for the reception," Noel replied, his tone lightly sarcastic. "Much better than last time."
Torwan chuckled. "You see, esteemed guests from House Estermont deserve to be treated accordingly."
'He's really leaning into this role,' Noel thought as he took a seat.
"Seems like we'll be able to reach a solid agreement, then," he said aloud, returning the pleasantry.
Torwan stood and offered his hand. Noel took it first, followed by Balthor. No flicker of recognition crossed Torwan's face at the latter's touch—perhaps the mask and time were doing their job.
"Please, make yourselves comfortable," Torwan gestured toward the plush sofa. "Would you care for something to drink?"
"I'm good, thanks," Noel said.
"A mug of beer," Balthor added.
