The doors of Hollow Hall swing open with a groan. You move in step with Balekin, your place at his side as clear as the weight of the sword at your hip.

Conversations falter, leaving silence in their wake. Balekin walks like he owns the place—because, in many ways, he does.

"Stay close," he commands, his voice laced with authority and expectation. "We have important business to take care of."