The atmosphere at the manor shifted quickly from joyful reunion to tense anticipation. Though Lara maintained a composed demeanor, every glance toward the horizon carried the unspoken question: Where are they?
Inside the grand hall of the manor, warmth and light greeted the weary travelers. The high ceilings arched like cathedral vaults, their ribs carved with vines and dragons—a blend of ancient craftsmanship and modern elegance. Colored glass windows painted streaks of red, blue, and amber across the polished stone floor.
Servants appeared, quiet and efficient, taking cloaks and preparing hot water. Trays of warm bread, fruit, herbal tea, and fruit juices were set out for the guests. The children ate eagerly, their exhaustion momentarily forgotten, while the women settled onto cushioned benches and chairs, eyes still wide at the splendor around them.
