Canna and Kael sat in a cozy clearing within the sanctuary, surrounded by the soft glow of the enchanted lights that the Sylphirs had woven into the trees. The air was filled with the gentle rustling of leaves and the distant sounds of the sanctuary's inhabitants going about their day. It was a peaceful setting, a stark contrast to the chaos and tension that had surrounded them in the dungeons of Arenthia.
"Kael," Canna began, his voice cutting through the calm, "do you already have a headcount of those we rescued from the dungeon?"
Kael, ever efficient, nodded confidently. "Of course. Who do you think you're talking to, huh?" He smirked and then became serious as he began listing the numbers. "We've got 124 dwarves, 21 scholars, 28 gnomes, 16 elves, 32 beastkin, and 179 humans. That brings the total to around 400 people."
