The guards bowed low before her, and the woman who had led them stepped forward. "Matriarch Selhyn," she said, her voice formal yet reverent. "We found travelers in the northern glades. One among them bears the light and shadow both. He claims to be Lindarion… of Eldorath."
The Matriarch's gaze shifted. The air tightened. The runes along the floor rippled outward, reacting to the sound of that name.
"Eldorath," she said softly, her tone carrying weight enough to still every whisper. "So the house of dawn and dusk has not yet fallen."
Lindarion inclined his head, respectful but unbowed. "It endures, though the world grows darker around it."
Her lips curved faintly, not a smile, but the memory of one. "Spoken like your father."
That stopped him cold. "You knew him?"
