/-Draven-/

Aldric Greystone entered my Great Hall like he owned it.

He was tall—nearly as tall as me—with silver hair pulled back in a severe style and ice-blue eyes. He wore the formal robes of a High Inquisitor, black trimmed with silver, the High Council's seal prominent on his chest.

Behind him, twenty guards fanned out in precise formation.

"Alpha Draven Khaid." Aldric's voice was cultured, almost pleasant. Which somehow made it more threatening. "How... festive. I hope I'm not ...