[Third Person].
Everyone gathered again in the vast living area as dusk settled fully outside.
The space felt warmer now, lit by oil lamps hung low and candles set into carved niches along the walls.
The room wasn't grand, but it breathed history—woven mats layered over stone floors, low cushions arranged in a loose circle, and short-legged wooden tables placed carefully in front of each guest.
Meredith sat beside Draven this time, close enough that their shoulders brushed when they settled.
Dennis took a seat across from them, Jeffery beside him, while Azul and Deidra sat slightly back, respectful but included.
Meredith's grandmother occupied the head space—not elevated, but naturally commanding, her presence alone anchoring the room.
Just then, servants moved in quietly, setting bowls and plates onto the low tables.
