Nwadimma interjected, her tone measured and calm. "Zephyr, my brother has his faults, but his ambition is not without purpose. If his words do not convince you, allow me to offer something more tangible to prove our commitment to resolving this matter."
Zephyr raised a brow, curiosity flickering across his face. "Oh? And what might that be?"
Nwadimma hesitated, her eyes briefly meeting Nwadiebube's. "It is clear to us or those paying attention that you lack information on the people of Björn and their ways especially their religion"
"We have been in close contact with them and could even be considered friends, what if we act as the medium who relays messages on the happenings and actions taken by them?"
