Lyan entered the inn's common room, surprised to see that they were still up and talking so late into the night. His expression quickly turned grave as he made his way to the table where Wilhelmina, Solia, and Tesha were deep in conversation about the upcoming martial tournament. The two women and the young girl immediately sensed the seriousness in his demeanor.
"Lyan," Wilhelmina greeted him, her eyes narrowing with concern. "What's wrong?"
Lyan took a deep breath, feeling the weight of his words. "I need to talk to you all. It's quite sudden, but it's important."
The three exchanged worried glances before nodding. Solia gestured for Lyan to sit, her usually playful eyes now serious. "What's going on?" she asked.