Linnea's heart skipped a beat at the mention of her daughter's name. Her protective instincts kicked in, her eyes narrowing as she scrutinized the two women standing before her. "Who are you, and how do you know my daughter?" she demanded.
Maria smiled warmly, her eyes softening as she spoke. "I'm Maria, and this is Celaine. We're... let's just say we're acquaintances of Hana."
Linnea's tension eased slightly, but she remained vigilant. "Acquaintances, huh? And what brings you to Sylphidia, especially during such a storm?"
Celaine, who had been observing the remnants of Grax's group with a bored expression, turned her attention to Linnea. "We're on a bit of a mission, you could say. In fact, I'd say we just got one step closer to our goal."
The tavern's tense atmosphere shifted as the patrons tried to return to their conversations, albeit with frequent glances toward the group.
