Patience

The halls were adorned with intricate tapestries and flickering lanterns that cast long shadows along the walls. The air was thick with the scent of aged wood and faint traces of incense.

Lady Maena's office chambers were on the west side of the estate, guarded by two stern-faced knights.

They stepped aside, allowing Jolthar and Eran to enter the room.

Lady Maena was seated at a polished ebony desk, her presence commanding as always. Her piercing eyes flicked up from the parchment she was reading, locking onto Jolthar and Eran as they entered.

"You've returned," she said, her voice calm but carrying an edge of authority.

Eran stepped forward, giving a succinct account of their journey, the encounter with the deity, and he narrated the whole thing that happened in the valley.