"No, this is clearly directed at me."
Gamald, surprised by her words, dared to lift his eyes. "What do you mean by that, Matron Mother?" he asked hesitantly.
The Matron cast a condescending gaze upon the innkeeper, a cruel smile curling on her lips. "Inferior beings like you cannot grasp the subtleties of the realm of the gods." Her smile widened, becoming almost malevolent. "This woman is showing me that she has more to offer than to receive. I even believe that her arrival here is no coincidence."
A dry laugh escaped her lips as she turned toward the door. "She is bold, I'll give her that. She's caught my attention, and that's already a victory for her." She paused, then declared solemnly, "Matron Ilianor of House Plemud will answer her call."
Before leaving the room, she glanced back at Gamald one last time. "You've redeemed yourself with this letter, Gamald. If this woman truly participates in the Selection, our paths will inevitably cross."
