(Averia's POV)
The forest swallowed the strange pair as they disappeared into the shadows, their movements fluid and confident. Averia let out a slow breath, her fingers tightening slightly around her staff. She didn't relax, even when they were out of sight; years of experience had taught her better.
"That was... unsettling," Malric muttered, breaking the silence. The mage's sharp eyes narrowed at the spot where the rabbit-eared man and his companion had vanished.
"There's something about them that doesn't sit right."
"Understatement of the year," Nira, the rogue, scoffed, though her tone lacked its usual bite. Her hand rested lightly on the hilt of her dagger, her fingers tapping a steady rhythm.
"That woman, Lunara—she felt like she could slice through all of us without breaking a sweat."
