Caelum followed the messenger without ever appearing to do so.
The elf moved through the corridor with long, controlled strides, armor muted beneath a dark cloak carrying the insignia of House Sylvanel at the shoulder. To anyone watching from a distance he looked like exactly what he was meant to be, an official envoy sent to retrieve a political prisoner who had just been elevated to something far more significant.
Caelum remained several turns behind him. One shadow along the wall detached briefly, then slipped forward. Another presence moved across the ceiling beams where the corridor narrowed. His clones kept the distance, passing information silently back to him as they shifted along the route. The messenger was alone. The escort that would accompany Lucien had not yet joined him.
