After having a light dinner with Elysia, Azrael stayed by her side until she fell asleep before heading back to his study. Marcus had informed him earlier that the guards had discovered something of interest and were waiting for his return.
Azrael entered the study, greeted by Marcus and two guards who bowed their heads in respect. "What do you have for me?" he asked, leaning against his desk.
The room grew heavy with tension as the guards unpacked the confiscated items. Azrael's sharp eyes scanned the assortment documents, trinkets, and clothing, until they rested on a neatly folded set of letters tied with a ribbon..
Azrael's hand hovered over the bundle before untying the ribbon and pulling out the first letter. His brows furrowed as he read the elegant yet rushed handwriting. The letter was addressed to summon Dargan. Apologies filled the page.
Dear Lord Dargan,