Deep in the dead of night, absolute silence reigned.
High atop the Anemoi Mountains, snow drifted down in flurries.
A large group of people wrapped in black robes scanned their surroundings with sharp, vigilant eyes, moving in quick strides toward the iron gates where a Portkey had been prepared in advance. They were leaving this place, taking advantage of the Head of House’s absence from the ancestral estate. In the eyes of the leading man flickered caution, jealousy, resentment, agitation, and burning ambition. He was greedy; he wanted more. He wanted to defect to that Lord in his own name, to secure glory for himself.
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