The morning light within Jack's chambers cast distinct, sharp shadows upon the stone walls. The room itself presented an austere aesthetic.
The Elven Kingdom did not waste resources on comfort for human visitors. A single window overlooked the city's lower districts, where the less prominent nobles maintained their residences.
Jack stood before the window, his white hair catching the light as he reviewed the documents that had been provided regarding the Krogar emissary.
The paperwork was sparse. Deliberately so. The death had been recorded as an illness. Quick and designed to discourage further inquiry.
He had already anticipated this. A demon operating with sufficient sophistication to conceal its presence from the Elven Council suggested a level of organization far exceeding random acts of violence.
The knock at his door came at precisely the hour specified in the morning's schedule.
