The summoning chant ended, the musicians finished their performance, and most of the steak on the table had already been devoured.

Noa, hearing the approaching footsteps from behind, slowly turned around.
Before she even saw who it was, she spoke up in advance,
"Welcome home, Dad."

The footsteps halted. Leon and Rosvisser stood before their daughters, momentarily at a loss for how to respond.

Every homecoming was so elaborate. This time, they’d even arranged for musicians.
Leon couldn’t help but wonder: if he and Rosvisser had more children, could they perhaps start an imperial funeral services band?