Dinner At Zestel

"You wished to speak with me?" I asked, my voice neutral.

I stood inside a modest guest room within the grand Zestel Royal Palace. The room, though simple, bore a certain rugged charm, much like its usual occupant—Randor Ironbeard. The walls were lined with dark wooden panels, and the furniture was sturdy, built to last rather than impress. A large, heavy table dominated the center of the room, flanked by two solid chairs that looked like they had weathered many years, perhaps even as many as Randor himself.

After my conversation with Melfina, I made my way here, knowing that Randor had requested to speak with me about something of apparent importance.

Randor nodded slightly, his expression a mix of gratitude and lingering regret. "First of all, let me thank you for saving me," he began, his voice gruff, yet tinged with a rare vulnerability.

"You are welcome," I replied, my tone measured, offering little more than a courteous acknowledgment.