Sage slowly turned around to see Gregor walking toward him.The echo of his boots against the marble floor was faint, yet somehow commanding.
As he moved through the crowd, adventurers instinctively parted for him. Several warriors straightened their postures, some offering small nods while others bowed their heads slightly, respect and admiration evident in their expressions.
Gregor returned a few nods with ease, even smiling at a familiar face or two. His presence carried a weight that stemmed not from authority but from reputation, one earned through experience rather than bestowed by title.
Sage watched this scene unfold with narrowed eyes.
So this is what real prestige looks like.
