"Welcome, Lord Dravik."
Two guards welcomed Darien as he stepped into a hallway so dark it felt carved from stone rather than built. Behind him, Theron followed along and didn't speak. He usually didn't when Darien's mood had sunk into that deep, quiet place. And tonight… well, even a half-blind rabbit shifter could sense that the air around Darien was a little too intense.
At the end of the corridor stood a door of reinforced wood, something old and unnecessarily dramatic, complete with a metal bar and engraved crest. The lock clicked as they were approaching, and the door swung open before Theron even reached for it.
