The chamber fell into a weighted silence as Adam remained seated on the low bench, his crimson eyes fixed on the three figures before him. The Elder stood at the head, his staff planted firmly on the stone floor. Azrynn stood slightly behind him, her yellow eyes fixed on the ground, her expression carrying a deep, apologetic weight. And beside her, Drizt stood with his chin lifted, his sharp gaze locked onto Adam with defiant intensity.
Adam had already heard the explanation. The Elder had spoken clearly and concisely—the Bloodfeud Duel. Adam's internal voice was dry, almost amused.
'Hoo... so this is what's happening. I didn't expect to get challenged to a duel today. He's in love with Azrynn, isn't he? How romantic.'
He let the silence stretch, his expression calm and composed. Azrynn's shoulders tensed, and she finally spoke, her voice quiet and strained.
"Adam... if you don't want to do this, you can refus—"
