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The torchlight flickered across the rough-hewn walls of Ivar's chamber, casting long, dancing shadows that seemed to mimic the restless thoughts in his mind. The air was thick with the scent of smoke and damp wood. He sat hunched over a worn chessboard, the pieces scattered in a pattern only he understood—perhaps a strategy, perhaps just the idle play of a bored mind. The silence stretched, broken only by the soft scrape of a piece against wood. When the door creaked open, he didn't look up, but his fingers paused. "You're late," he said, his voice flat, as if stating a fact that had already condemned you.