Chapter 1222 Elder Of The West

• The terse message tightened Andreas' features; anticipation, doubt, and a faint edge of fear chased across his eyes. After a measured breath, he slipped from the room, softening every footfall against the polished floorboards.
• Crossing the courtyard, he spotted Poe and Davian sharing a midnight drink beneath the pavilion's lights. Both men looked up, surprise flashing across their weathered faces.
• Poe asked, "Andreas, it's late. Are you heading somewhere?"