Elandra was sitting across from Canna in a spacious hut, the dwelling of the leader of the Sylphirs. The room was alive with the soft hum of wind currents and the subtle scent of flowers, a sign that this place was deeply connected to nature. Over time, the Sylphirs had grown accustomed to mingling with other races in the sanctuary, but they still preferred to keep to themselves or to the company of the Verdant Wardens.
"There are a total of 118 people who had... unsavory thoughts," Elandra said, her voice steady but stern. "They were sent to meet the direwolves of the sanctuary."
Canna, lounging back on a woven chair, gave a half-smile. "Good work, as always, Elandra. I knew I could count on you." He stretched his arms above his head and continued, "We've had some new additions recently—minotaurs. Quite the big bunch, too. They're going to need resources soon to build their settlements. I offered them a place in the Amazon area, but they prefer the valleys."
