Gathering of the Wizards

Silence settled over the underground meeting room, interrupted only by the subtle echo of murmurs that still hung in the air. 

Vorian, with his black cloak and piercing eyes, walked confidently towards the table of hooded mages, his presence commanding respect and a slight touch of apprehension. He was bald and three meters tall, which made him naturally imposing.

"Vorian, we didn't expect to see you here so soon. What brings you to our meeting?" asked one of the mages, trying to disguise the surprise in his voice. The other six remained silent, watching the Grand Elder Magus with a mixture of curiosity and caution.

Vorian replied with an enigmatic smile, his eyes shining with a peculiar light. "You know, I like parties, but there are urgent matters that need to be discussed. I couldn't sit on the sidelines while the order that's supposed to protect this city is here, working so hard."