Harlon, Erowen, and Grand Elder Aerion were gathered in a private chamber within the Academy lodgings.
They were seated around a small, ancient round table made of dark wood.
Placed precisely at the center of the table was a round disk crafted from polished obsidian, with a small, perfectly cut World Stone imbedded in its heart.
The stone pulsed once, a gentle thrum of channeled power. It then glowed intensely bright, and a shimmering, floating image—a projection stabilized by the arcane device—appeared above the table.
It was the Prime Minister, Lord Legolas, his handsome face detailed and clear, despite the distance.
Harlon and Aerion immediately bowed low in unison, a formal gesture of respect across the distance. "Prime Minister Legolas," Harlon acknowledged respectfully.
Erowen, though visibly weary, managed a cheerful wave. "Hi, Uncle!" she greeted him casually, a stark contrast to the others' formality.
