Meanwhile, the shadow guard was tasked to look into the fae, headed towards the warp gate—her destination, the unclaimed mystical forests. The Fae's land.
She moved through the crowd toward the warp gate, her eyes catching a flash of long, curved ears.
She turned and saw a fae handing over an overstuffed bag to another.
"Why does his highness want all this wine for?'' The blond fae asked the black-haired one.
"Don't ask too many questions. Are they of good quality?" The black-haired one took the bag from his hands, opening it slightly before slipping it into his dimensional ring.
"Excuse me." The two Fae gaze sharpened they didn't know when she crept up on them.
Noticing their caution, she raised her hands in a gesture of peace.
"I mean no disrespect; please, can I take some moments of your time?" She asked in a pleading tone, her expression troubled.
Their sharp gaze softened as they exchanged a glance and nodded.
