Bab 465: How Are You?

The Drakhan carriage came to a smooth halt, its glowing runes dimming as if exhaling after a long, silent journey. The soft hum of its enchantments faded into the evening air, leaving a stillness that seemed almost reverent. Stepping out, I was greeted by the faint rustle of leaves stirred by a gentle breeze. The mansion—my mansion—stood before me, towering and formidable, with an elegance that defied its history of gloom. Its spires reached skyward, silhouetted against the fading light, while the intricate carvings along its façade seemed to shift subtly in the shadows, whispering secrets only they knew.