545 Traitor

Within a well furnished room, akin to the interior of a luxurious tent, a young man sat behind his desk.

The interior was spacious and well-lit, the flickering glow of lamps casting warm pools of light upon the polished wooden floors. Rich tapestries adorned the walls, their intricate designs depicting scenes of prestige.

At the center of the tent stood a large, intricately carved table, its surface polished to a high sheen and strewn with maps and parchment scrolls. Ornate chairs stood in front of the table, as well as behind it, their plush cushions appearing inviting to any who ventured inside.

One chair was occupied, while the second remained vacant.

Perhaps the most striking feature of the tent was the large canopy that stretched overhead, its richly embroidered fabric literally oozing with energy.