"Sigora," she said, her voice carrying the warmth of recognition.
"Welcome back to Dewura'tt. It's been what, two years since the last Council gathering?"
"Nearly three," Sigora replied with a respectful nod.
"Time passes differently when we are surrounded with family. It's good to see you again, Mira'sul."
Mira'sul's amethyst eyes shifted to Jorghan, and something flickered in her expression—curiosity mixed with careful assessment.
"And you must be Jorghan Sol'vur, the heir who's caused such... significant ripples recently."
"That would be me," Jorghan confirmed, meeting her gaze steadily.
"Though I'd have preferred quieter circumstances for my introduction."
A slight smile touched Mira'sul's lips.
"Quiet circumstances rarely forge legends. The stories of your battle have reached even here—carried by travelers, merchants, and even some of our own scouts who witnessed portions of the engagement from a distance."
Scouts? Why did they send scouts to the desert?
