Emery's frustration was palpable as he questioned the high elf's need for his involvement. "Why do you need me?" he demanded, his voice tinged with irritation. "You are much more capable than me. I am here only to request that you open the gates so that my companion and I can safely escape from this disaster."
For a brief moment, the high elf remained silent, her gaze fixed upon Emery. Then, she posed an unusual question: "Do you believe in fate?"
Emery's annoyance flared. He had encountered this question before, and each time he heard it, he found himself doubting the concept of fate even more. "What kind of question is that?" he retorted. "To believe in fate implies there's no free will. Do you think this would convince me to help stop this madness?"
The elf's response was calm and unwavering. "When you are gifted with the divine power to see the future, you would believe in fate as I do."
