In the dim light of the main hall, the group had gathered, their voices muted but edged with tension. Empty mugs sat scattered on the table, evidence of a few rounds of drinks meant to soothe their nerves after another exhausting day in Varem.
Arthur leaned against the wall, his arms crossed, cyan eyes flicking toward Seisyll as the latter finished recounting the city's twisted dynamics.
Aleks was near the bar, waiting to bring more drinks.
"The rainfolks below stick to what they have seen and books. They'll take advantag eof any knowledge but won't hesitate giving us a hand." Arthur said, summarizing with a sharp edge to his tone. "They avoid the surface unless absolutely necessary. And above?" His gaze shifted meaningfully to Seisyll.
