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Torchlight swam across the rough stone walls of Ivar's chamber, painting long, restless shadows that mirrored the turmoil coiled inside him. The air hung thick with the smells of woodsmoke and damp earth. He sat hunched over a weathered chessboard, its pieces arranged in a cryptic pattern—a half-formed strategy or merely the idle fidgeting of a bored, brilliant mind. The silence was a tangible thing, broken only by the soft scrape of a wooden piece on oak. When the door groaned on its hinges, he did not look up, but the movement of his fingers ceased. "You're late," he stated, his voice flat and final, as if announcing a verdict already passed.