After all this time, Roman could hardly believe his eyes. Anon was finally standing before him in the Great Hall. Roman sits up straight on his throne, watching Anon with an intense gaze. “Welcome,” he says, his voice commanding and authoritative. He gestures for his attendants to step back. “Bring them forward.” He dismisses the others in the room to ensure privacy. “What is your name? Where do you come from? And most importantly… why do you bear this crest?” he asks, focusing on the mark. “It seems your arrival was destined. You shall remain here under my protection until we uncover the truth of your heritage.”