The room was dimly lit, with shadows cast by the flickering candles dancing against the stone walls. Elder Abigail, a woman of wisdom and grace, sat at a large oak desk, her silver hair cascading down her back like a shimmering waterfall. Across from her sat Elder Charles, a man with a weathered face who told tales of battles won and lost in his distant past.
Abigail sighed, her eyes filled with concern, as she began to speak. "Charles, we need to discuss an important matter regarding Kiara," she said, her voice laced with a sense of urgency.
Charles leaned forward, his eyes narrowing in curiosity. "What is it, Abigail? Has something happened?" he asked, his deep voice resonating through the room.