Gandulf's head perked up, his eyes widening. "Open the door, Theresa!" Gandulf ordered, anxiety evident in his voice. "This boy... he called himself the Slime Lord. If that's true, he might be able to shed some light on our situation."
Theresa hesitated, her mind racing. "Dad, why? This is too much of a coincidence. What would an Arcadian be doing here?" she asked, her voice filled with suspicion. She recognized the voice—it was Lukas de Arcadia, the youngest son of the Arcadian family. What could he possibly want at this time of day? It was suspicious.
Gandulf's eyes were filled with a mix of hope and urgency. "He's the one who defeated Ghelgath," he said, his voice almost a whisper.
