Auri lifted the quill slowly as he finished tracing the faded text on the letter. His hand hovered there for a moment—steady, deliberate—before he leaned back slightly in his seat.
They were in a private room located in one of the inner chambers of the main building. A single lantern on the wall cast a warm, steady glow over the heavy wooden table at the center where Auri finished restoring the letter.
The final curve of the last letter shimmered faintly, still drying atop the once-obscured line. Auri exhaled a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, heart still taut with the weight of what he had just restored. The page looked intact now, but it pulsed with quiet menace. Each traced character whispered more questions than answers.
Wrye gave a low whistle as he scanned the parchment again, brows arching as if newly impressed. "You know, with work like this, you could forge a letter from the Emperor himself, and no one would bat an eye."
