Irithiel returned swiftly, the sound of her boots echoing down the corridor ahead of her arrival. When she stepped into the room, another figure followed closely behind—Shesha, the elf maid. She was slender and youthful, with soft brown hair braided neatly down her back and emerald eyes that darted nervously around the room. Despite being among familiar faces, her hands were clasped tightly in front of her, betraying her shyness.
Luke observed her for a moment, noting her hesitance. The gravity of the situation left no room for delays, so he cut straight to the point.
"Irithiel," he started, "did you give her a quick rundown of what we're asking her to do?"
Irithiel nodded curtly.
"I did. She understands the basics."
"And I take it your being here means you're willing to help?" Luke's gaze shifted to Shesha.
Shesha hesitated for a brief moment before nodding, her eyes glancing at Queen Loreleia for reassurance.
