(Soron's Castle, Chaosbringer's POV)
Once Soron made his intention to save Veyr clear, Chaosbringer finally breathed out in quiet relief, the knot in his chest loosening after what felt like hours of tension.
He had entered the castle expecting resistance, maybe even outrage, yet to his surprise, the conversation had gone smoother than he had dared to hope.
'I can go back and report to the Lord with my head held high now… in the end, this conversation was not nearly as bad as it could have been,' he thought, as he rose slowly from his chair, unsure whether he should bow or simply take his leave.
"Wait," Soron said suddenly, his tone calm yet commanding enough to freeze him mid-step.
Chaosbringer stopped immediately, turning back as Soron reached into his storage ring and withdrew a small, rectangular slab of dull silver metal.
'Is that…?'
Chaosbringer wondered, as Soron placed the metal on the table with a loud *Clink*.
'It is!'
