While Aether and Chad were lost in their own conversation elsewhere, the scene shifted back to Kaelith.
He sat with the others inside the small wooden love nest he had built with his own hands, a quiet sanctuary shaped by care and stubborn devotion. Every plank and beam carried intention, chosen not for grandeur but for safety, for warmth, for her.
Here, no one would question him. No one would raise a blade or whisper threats against him or his beloved. That certainty was why he chose this place, why he allowed himself to breathe, to indulge in moments of peace while carrying only a single, distant worry instead of a thousand.
Enough about their love life for now...
Kaelith lowered himself into the chair with a heavy groan, sounding like an old man far older than his years. He exhaled slowly, then lifted his gaze toward the gathered figures.
"So," he said at last, "What is it that everyone wanted to talk about?"
