Betting with the Lord-makers
The vast expanse of the hall seemed to hold its breath, a tense stillness that hung heavy in the air. Klaus stood freed from his chains, a newfound liberty that offered both movement and observation. Yet, he chose not to take advantage of his newfound freedom just yet.
Positioned next to a sturdy pillar, the same one to which he had been bound only moments before, Klaus remained stationary. His demeanor portrayed a calm facade, masking the whirlwind of thoughts and calculations swirling within his mind.
With a methodical precision that echoed the teachings of his late father, Klaus's eyes scanned the cathedral-like space around him. This wasn't just a passive gaze; it was a practiced and swift assessment of every structural element, every nook, and cranny that could potentially serve as a tactical advantage.