In the tense atmosphere of the Thorne room, Na'mer's gaze locked onto Reia's, his guard still up despite the brief respite. Reia's voice cut through the silence, a mix of curiosity and defiance lacing her words. "What would you like to tell me, assassin?"
Na'mer's lips curved into a small, sardonic smile. He was a man of few words, but he understood the power of information in situations like these. "Ask your questions, and I might oblige," he replied, his tone a mixture of casualness and intrigue.
Reia's expression remained steely, her focus unwavering. "What's the point of this attack? What are you aiming to achieve by assaulting the capital?" Her words held an undercurrent of authority, a demand for answers that she fully expected him to provide.
