Lord Reginald stood in his quarters, the early morning light filtering through the heavy drapes. His belongings were laid out on the bed: a leather-bound journal, various documents, and a small chest containing items that could be offered as gifts to the Valorian leader. His travel trunk stood open on the floor, already half-filled with clothing, maps, and essential diplomatic tools. He placed each item with care, his expression betraying no hint of the unease he felt.
He knew what lay ahead. This was not just another diplomatic trip; it was a venture into the unknown, to face a nation shrouded in secrecy and power. As he packed, he reviewed the details—what he knew, what he didn't, and what he had to uncover. Valoria was an enigma, and it was his task to unveil its secrets.
A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. "Enter," he called out.