Trent's footsteps resonated with heavy thuds on the stairs as his climbed is way up with a few Aigeses that managed catch up with him, their blasters glowing brightly in all the darkness. He channelled his way through the mighty main building, his mind reeling and his body hurting. Trent didn't even get the chance to relax and chill out at his home, before problem had hit him.
Though not a full-blown crisis, Trent still regarded the meeting between an elf of his clan and several elves from the Elvarian Dynasty as a subtle threat to the Vale's sovereignty. Even the hint of a negotiation without his consent felt like an offense that demanded immediate attention.
He approached the imposing wooden door, its surface marked with intricate carvings that seemed to ripple under the dim light. He pressed his palm against it, and with a slow, creaking groan, the door swung inward.