Jacob walked through the same halls he did a few hours ago, there was a brand new evanescence glow that came with the setting of the sun. It washed the walls with a dim golden light as he passed by gracefully, the small woman walking in front of him.
Xenia had neglected to come along as a show of respect for whatever private conversation Jacob would have with the head of the Wutherhorn house.
Jacob got to the silver door and it swung open carefully upon his arrival, he peered into the room that was a tad brighter than the halls, and then he moved in.
Upon entering, he was met with the gazes of the couple, the Primarch studied the young man carefully as he approached the bed with grace that could not be taught.
"You must be Jacob Ironfell." The man said in a low voice. To Jacob, he looked significantly better than he did when he lay on the bed with little to no life left in his body.
