Charon took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come.
'It's okay. You just need to apologize and make amends. This isn't lightspeed science.'
His fist rapped on the door, thudding the wood a few times.
Less than a minute later, the lock clicked. It opened to reveal a room exactly like Charon's, just mirrored.
Emerius stood in the doorway wearing his usual robe, with the hood down.
His face wore a controlled expression, neither happy nor sad. The moment he saw Charon, he stepped to the side, allowing him in.
"Come in. I was just about to make breakfast."
Stepping inside, he flinched as the door shut behind him. The air was thick with tension, making him jumpy.
'Gods, even fighting Wallflower wasn't this tense!'
Emerius moved with practiced ease to the kitchen set into the far wall. He pressed his hand onto the front of the stove, closing his eyes for a moment before a flame burst from the surface, roaring with intensity.
