Thunder rumbled in the distance, the heavy clouds above threatening rain at any moment. The sound was steady, ominous, yet within the pavilion, Lady Pherna, Ningtin, and Lady Meiyer continued to drink as though nothing unusual was happening. Their cups clinked lightly as they poured another round of liquor.
But soon, the rhythmic thundering of galloping horses broke through the rumble of the sky. The sound grew louder, more urgent, until it reached the pavilion.
Lord Laon appeared, riding at the head of the group, flanked by five of his guards. The horses came to a halt, and without delay, Lord Laon dismounted with a look of stern on his face.
Lady Meiyer turned, her sharp eyes immediately recognizing her father. She rose gracefully, a smile adorning her lips as she addressed him. "Father," she said, her tone warm. "Have you come to join us for a drink?" She gestured lightly to the table.
