Arthur adjusted his hood as he and Fedlimid approached the shimmering boundary of Glaucus's sanctuary. The fabric clung to him, keeping him dry and obscuring his face from the prying eyes of the city. Glancing at his companion, he stepped forward, the faint glow of the city's lights guiding their way.
Mara was near the sanctuary's entrance, her sharp eyes scanning them as they approached. Her stance was tense but curious.
"White? You're back? Without our common friend?" she said, her tone neutral. "Didn't expect you so soon."
"He's busy. We're here to study more of your books." Arthur replied. His cyan eyes glimmered faintly under the hood. "And I want to see what progress your people have made."
Mara's brows arched slightly at his directness, but she gestured for them to follow. "You might find it interesting, then. Come."
They passed through damp, stone corridors, the steady hum of flowing water filling the air.
