The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the grand halls of the palace. Luke stood in the courtyard, his expression a mix of irritation and curiosity as he tightened the straps of his satchel. Before him, Shesha was stoic as ever, her serpentine eyes gleaming with a hint of mischief.
"So, you're telling me you found a lead on Confidant Altreus?" Luke asked, his tone sceptical.
Shesha inclined her head slightly.
"It's not definitive, but it's worth pursuing. I overheard some whispers within the maids—someone who claims to have seen him meeting with strange individuals in secret. If we're lucky, we might uncover something useful."
Luke frowned, his instincts prickling. Something about this felt off, but Shesha's demeanour was unreadable, and her logic was sound.
"Alright," he said, relenting. "Let's go. The sooner we figure this out, the better."
