Fragments of Truth

Polished mahogany and old paper scented Malachi’s private study as the five of them gathered inside.

The lingering hostility from yesterday had cooled. They weren't suddenly allies, not with Vex lurking and feral attacks surging, but Flint Magnus managed to cross the room without trying to slam the Rogue King through a wall.

Malachi dropped a stack of manila folders onto his desk.

"Take a seat.