The heavy oak doors of the war chamber creak open as you enter. Your father, King Aldric, sits at the head of a long table, his face aged beyond his years. Captain Maren stands at his side, her hand resting on her sword hilt. Three candles flicker between maps of the kingdom.
"Your Highness," your father says, his voice grave. "Come. Sit."
He gestures to the chair at his right. Captain Maren nods to you, her jaw tight.
"The attacks have spread to the village of Thornfield. Two more found drained this morning. Whatever emerged from those catacombs... it's growing bolder."
The King leans forward, his weathered hands flat on the table.
"What would you have us do, Aric?"