The Promise of The New Lord
The air was thick with tension as Lyan and Althea entered the meeting hall of Norhallow. The room was small, but it was crowded, filled with the community leaders of the town—men and women who looked worn out, their eyes filled with uncertainty and suspicion. They had been called to meet the new rulers, and though their expressions varied, the skepticism was clear in every one of their faces. A few lanterns hung from the beams, casting dim light that barely cut through the gloom.
Lyan could feel the weight of their stares, the skepticism that clung to the air like a thick fog. He exchanged a brief glance with Althea, who nodded slightly, her eyes reassuring. It was his cue. Lyan stepped forward, clearing his throat.