"We've reached it!" Tribal Princess Sylvia declared, her voice barely a whisper in the dense darkness.
Duchess Bernice frowned, her eyes straining to pierce the gloom. "Indeed, but how are we to find this individual in this inky blackness? Even my sight falters against these tangled boughs."
Sylvia nodded in understanding. "I know, Duchess, but we must make the attempt. If this person exposes your involvement, your hands will be tied, and the Emperor's reign of terror will continue unabated."
A glint of determination hardened Bernice's gaze. "You're right. I cannot allow that to happen. We'll split up. You take the east side, and I'll scour the west. Between us, we should cover the garden swiftly."
Sylvia readily agreed, and they swiftly parted ways, disappearing into the shadowy embrace of the foliage.
