Lyra chimed in with a hint of amusement, "She's really giving him a piece of her mind."
Elara, who was often more reserved, added, "Yeah, she's usually quiet, but Kaladrix has been pushing us a bit extra lately. I guess that's what made her blow her top."
Mellin, ever the voice of reason, approached Kaladrix and weighed in, "She has a point, Kaladrix. Let's call it a day."
With a sigh of reluctant acceptance, Kaladrix responded, "Fine... I guess." The party seemed to reach a momentary truce, the tension easing as they recognized the need for balance between ambition and self-care.
Kaladrix's keen sense had picked up the arrival of two figures dressed in white and gold robes. He wasted no time in alerting his companions, his voice carrying a sense of urgency. "Hey, guys, look sharp, we've got company." He extended his arm to point at the approaching figures, drawing everyone's attention to the approaching duo.
