Turai and the others arrived at the lodgings prepared for them, barely past evening. The anticipation hung in the air, as the participants, their companions, and the two healers took in the sight of the imperial city. For many, this was not their first visit, but being in the imperial city for such an event brought a different kind of excitement.
As Mabelle led them into the grand building, Turai couldn't help but feel a slight chill. He cast a quick glance at Gareth, and his mentor seemed to notice something too. Ahead of them, Mabelle and Kiran also exchanged a subtle look. Turai quickly masked his reaction, pretending to admire the marble carvings lining the hallway.
When Gareth opened his mouth to speak, Kiran tapped his shoulder and shook his head, silently advising against discussing it there. "In private."
Gareth's expression remained neutral, though the tension in his jaw told Turai that whatever had been sensed wasn't trivial.