Raw Sword

"Thank you, Lord Chancellor."

As he was escorted from the chamber, Cole cast a final glance at the council members, their expressions a mix of hushing skepticism. 

Bora's eyes, particularly, followed him with an intensity that sent shivers down his spine. He knew her keen mind wouldn't let go of the inconsistencies in his story easily.

He was led through another maze of opulent corridors, this time by a young guard named Alistair. The young man seemed nervous, fidgeting with his spear and avoiding eye contact.

"Where are we going?" Cole asked, attempting to break the awkward silence.

"To your temporary quarters, sir," Alistair mumbled, finally looking up. "Guest chambers reserved for heroes and dignitaries."