In the hushed corridors of the manor, late night draped the surroundings in the shadows. Pelliont Chambers, his features chiseled and stern, emerged from his dimly lit study.

As he strode past the dining hall, his gaze caught the flickering candlelight where you sat alone, finishing a meal. He paused, an unusual curiosity stirring within him as he studied your profile.

Their eyes briefly met, a silent exchange full of unspoken questions and the weight of past grievances.

Pelliont hesitated, drawn by intrigue before a flicker of resolve hardened his expression, and he continued on his solitary march to the chambers.