RARITY ARMOR
Vidar, ever the protector, guided me forward. His presence beside me was a shield against the unspoken judgments that lingered in the air. The elders exchanged pleasantries that tasted of hypocrisy, their words a symphony of false warmth. I nodded in response, my own expressions carefully measured in the face of their veiled hostility.
The elders' false warmth masked their disdain, but I sensed the unspoken critique that lingered in their gaze. I, the unexpected addition to their political stage, couldn't escape the scrutiny that accompanied my every step. The castle, with its towering spires and opulent halls, felt like a labyrinth where every corridor held echoes of secrets I had yet to uncover.
The elders' eyes, however, couldn't conceal the disdain that flickered bene
