Udora's weary figure appeared within the cell, his eyes narrowing with curiosity. "What are you doing here, Aragon?" Udora asked, his voice filled with a mix of surprise and curiosity.
Aragon stood before the cell, his eyes meeting Udora's weary gaze. The confined space seemed to amplify the weight of their conversation.
Aragon's expression remained resolute as he replied, "I wanted to talk with you, Udora. I need to know the truth. You mentioned that the king was involved in the incident in the jungle. Is it true?"
Udora's tired features softened slightly, as he contemplated his response. "I don't know for sure," he admitted, his voice tinged with a hint of uncertainty. "But be very wary of Javorne. He is a sly fox, skilled in manipulation and deceit."
Aragon nodded, absorbing Udora's words. The mention of Javorne's name stirred a sense of caution within him, and the one with whom he was involved.
