Eccar finally wake up from his sleep, eyes fluttering open as golden morning light spilled through the arched window of the chamber prepared for him.
It had been a deep and undisturbed sleep, a good sleep. Despite the quiet tension that lingered just beyond the room's threshold. He sat up slowly, stretching his arms and letting out a relaxed sigh, the warmth of the sun brushing his tan skin.
He knew there were multiple guards stationed outside. He heard their armor clinking quietly from time to time, and subtle threads of Magic woven around the chamber's walls. They were wards, barriers, probably a detection spell or two.
It was precaution, of course. He didn't blame them. They were afraid of what he was and what he could do. And truthfully… it was wise of them.
