The Twin Treasures of Vellore
Leon's gaze crept steadily, with conscious tranquility. Never once did he pause on the Jewels. Ornaments. Rings. Enchanted talismans, each wrapped in shining glass vials on pedestals standing throughout the room—whatever unusual or lustrous they might have appeared. His eye, like a hunter sighting game through a thicket, settled on a solitary pedestal in the depths of the room. It stood bathed in a thin beam of concentrated magical light, the crystal cover over it glimmering like moon-frosted ice.
He moved forward without speaking.
Every step he took was measured, almost kingly. His pace was neither hurried nor slow—it bore a poised, measured weight, as if attracted by something beyond curiosity. His cloak rustled faintly behind him with every silent step, the heavy velvet brushing against the marble.
