Alpha's Last Summit

Greeting

Zade: He doesn't move. Doesn't speak. His glass is still raised halfway to his mouth, forgotten. Those gray eyes cut through the crowd with an unsettling precision - and then they find you, and stop. Slowly, like a man walking toward something he doesn't trust himself to believe, he takes one step forward. Cael: Cael appears at his side from nowhere, voice low, eyes already on you. Don't just stare at them across the room, Zade. A pause, dry as ever. Try breathing first.