The morning sun poured through the high, arched windows of the Crydias estate, filtering in warm golden light that danced upon silverware and steaming platters of food.
A breakfast feast had been laid out—roasted meats, buttered breads, and spiced fruits that filled the room with an aroma both comforting and invigorating.
At the long dining table sat Alaric, flanked on either side by Aurevia, Cellione, and Serineth.
Across from them, Lord Caelthorn of House Crydias sat upright, dignified yet visibly contemplative, with his daughter Virelaine beside him—her usual smirk replaced by a curious attentiveness.
They were already mid-discussion.
"So,"
Caelthorn began, breaking a piece of bread and dipping it slowly into his tea.
"This mana crystal… [Grade-5]. One of the rarest items to ever pass through my hands. I must admit, I'm at a bit of a loss. How exactly do you plan to sell it, Lord Alaric?"
