Hollow Motives

Elara's POV

The heavy carved doors of Argentmaw Manor groaned open, shattering the quiet of the estate. It was well past nine o'clock. Dravos dragged his boots across the threshold, his broad shoulders slumped with exhaustion. The faint, sterile stench of antiseptics clung to his jacket, masking his usual pine scent. I knew exactly where he had been. He had spent hours at the local healer's den,