Saul was far older than Lucius… probably twice or even thrice his age yet for some reason, the man looked completely subdued in front of him.
There was no trace of the arrogance expected from a council elder or clan head.
His posture was stiff and his eyes looked uncertain. It was as if every word Lucius spoke carried some kind of authority.
The old man swallowed hard and bit his lip, trying to gather himself.
"It's been prepared," Saul finally said, his voice trembling slightly. "You just need to come over and see it for yourself. If you like it, you can move in right away."
Lucius stepped back slightly and nodded, satisfied.
"Nice work," he said simply.
Then his tone shifted... "So why are you here?"
Saul hesitated, his mouth opening and closing like a fish.
"Well…" he began slowly, but before he could continue, Irael stepped forward with that same self-righteous tone Lucius had heard from him before.
