The gentle atmosphere changed when he walked in and became heavily tainted with tension and fear, a distinguishable fear one only got from seeing a ghost. Silence followed his audible footfalls as he made his way to the chair. No formalist greeting, no gesture in that regard, he just settled on the chair facing the woman, ordering her with his eyes to send off her subordinates.
He was a man of few words, but the rare times he did speak, his words made layers of skin to deplete. That's why they knew it was best they keep him silent- they, not her. She hadn't seen him in such a long time, that she'd forgotten not to prompt him to join any sort of conversation that will not benefit him. She gave him the warmest reception, got her right-hand to pour him a strong drink, just the way he lik
