A man in his early forties, sharp-eyed, dressed in refined but practical robes. There was a quiet authority around him, the kind that didn't need to be forced.
He smiled the moment he saw them.
"Well now," he said, his voice smooth. "What an unexpected visit."
He stood up slowly.
"It's my pleasure to receive the famous Wrecking Eagles."
He stepped forward slightly, hands behind his back.
"Rhett. Kellan."
His gaze lingered on them, thoughtful.
"I am Caelus Vire, head of the Zephyr Clan."
Kellan gave a small nod. "Nice to meet you."
Caelus chuckled lightly. "Likewise."
His eyes sharpened just a little.
"But you two wouldn't come here without a reason."
He tilted his head slightly.
"So tell me…"
His tone shifted, still polite, but now carrying weight.
"What brings you to my door?"
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By the time Rhett finished, the room had gone completely still.
No interruptions. No questions in between.
