"Custody." Sera's voice came out sharp with alarm as she hurried alongside the guard toward the council chamber, fear tightening cold around her chest. "She's injured, barely recovering, she needs rest, not.""I only deliver messages," the guard said, apologetic but firm. "The council awaits you."She found Mira, Oren, and Dorian already gathered anxiously near the chamber's entrance, expressions tense, and Renna standing rigid nearby, fury barely restrained beneath her carefully composed posture."They found the lodge," Renna said the moment Sera arrived, voice tight. "I don't know how. I was careful, Sera, I swear I was careful.""It doesn't matter how. What matters is she's safe enough to be standing here at all." Oren's expression remained grim. "Small mercy, given everything else."The chamber doors opened, and Sera's breath caught at the sight within. Vell stood, upright but visibly weak, flanked by two of Lord Corvane's household guard, Petra hovering anxiously just behind her,
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