He stood when Satou entered, and to his credit, he kept his composure.
Most humans flinched at Satou's current appearance—the scales, the transformed eyes, the residual presence that clung to him since consuming Khar'razoth. Edric's eyes widened for just a moment before he locked it down. Trained. Deliberate.
"Lord Satou," Edric said, inclining his head in a respectful but not submissive bow. "Thank you for agreeing to meet with me."
Satou said nothing. He sat. He waited.
Edric understood the signal and sat across from him, placing both hands flat on the table—visible, open, a deliberate non-threatening gesture.
