While Caelen marched toward his own undoing, Eris was being led in the opposite direction by a man who looked entirely too pleased with himself. Soren and Aldric flanked her, their presence a strange blend of imperial guard and bickering family members.
"You're going to love it," Soren was saying, his voice animated, his hands gesturing wildly as he walked. He seemed to have more energy than a man who had just concluded a tense council meeting had any right to possess.
"I made sure it has everything you need. Natural light, well, as much as we actually get during the Long Dark, and space, lots of space, and the ventilation is perfect for when you're working with, "
"Soren," Eris interrupted, her voice a mix of amusement and exhaustion. She was still moving with that gingerly, stiff-legged gait, every step a reminder of his "enthusiasm" from the night before. "It's an office. I'm sure it's fine."
