"You must be Arlon. I am Yu, nice to meet you," the feline-featured Beastwoman said, her voice calm but sharp, like the edge of a finely honed blade. Her eyes, a striking green, scrutinized him carefully.
"Nice to meet you," Arlon replied, his tone measured.
"It seems your hunt has concluded. Would you mind staying for a chat, Sir Arlon?"
"Not at all," he said.
At her gesture, the others headed back toward the campsite, leaving Arlon alone with Yu.
As the soft rustle of retreating footsteps faded, Yu turned to him. "Sir Arlon, I've been informed that you're aware of my purpose here. So, I'll be direct. I'm responsible for recruiting new members to our cause."
Arlon observed her carefully. From her poise and measured words, it was clear she was no mere recruiter. Her role in the anti-saviors must be significant.
"I see. It sounds like a role that requires trust and discernment. I'm honored to be considered," Arlon said.
