Rain took a deep breath, calming the storm within her. She knew the only way to protect herself and gain any valuable information was to play along with the Wise Men's demands, at least for now. She would pretend to be enticed by their offer of wealth and power.
That evening, she met with the Wise Men once again. The grand chamber where they held council was dimly lit, the air heavy with incense. The old Wise Man stood at the center, flanked by the two others. They watched her approach with the same eerie, knowing glints in their eyes.
"I have considered your proposal," Rain began, her voice steady despite the tumult within her. "I agree to help you find Valeria Storm. In return, I want wealth, an island of my own, and the freedom to rule it as I see fit."
