Days turned into weeks as more and more foreign delegations arrived in the city.
Envoys, guards, and caravans poured in through the city gates, filling the streets and inns as the Sovereign Conclave drew closer. It was only a month away.
Security tightened across the city. Patrols increased, checkpoints were set up in key districts, and access to government buildings was heavily restricted.
The presence of armed escorts and watch officers became routine, a clear sign that the city was preparing for what was to come.
Lebu spent his days moving between his official duties of the Brotherhood and his responsibilities to the city watch. He filed reports, coordinated patrols, and handled routine security matters as expected.
Yet a part of his mind was never fully present. Beneath the surface, his thoughts kept drifting back to Nilrem… waiting, wondering when the old Magus would make contact, or whether he ever would at all.
