I swallowed hard, my brain still struggling to reconcile this wolf-turned-mogul.
"Uh, yes, that's me. Carl Suis, MECCP zoologist, occasional problem solver, and apparently, troll representative."
His lips quirked into the barest hint of a smile. "Well, you don't look like a troll. But then again, appearances rarely tell the whole story, do they?"
I resisted the urge to make a sarcastic comment about glass houses and wolfish disguises. "I was told this involves conflict mediation?"
Fenrir motioned for me to follow him, his polished loafers clicking against the smooth marble floor of the Trial Center. The air here felt different—charged with magic and tension, like it was alive and watching.
As we walked, I noticed the subtle details of the place: runic engravings that pulsed softly on the walls, and floating orbs of light that adjusted themselves based on Fenrir's movements.
