The forest path wound deeper into the thick of the woods, the party's pace slow and deliberate as they navigated the uneven terrain.
The air was heavy with humidity, and the occasional chirp of distant birds or rustle of unseen creatures punctuated the silence. The temple knight, clearly uncomfortable with the quiet, attempted to spark a conversation.
"So, Lord Fenrir," the knight began, glancing over his shoulder at the man in his wheelchair. "A man like you must have seen many strange and wondrous things in his time. Perhaps you'd share a tale or two?"
Before Fenrir could respond, Father Linus cut in sharply. "We're not here for idle chatter," he said, his voice clipped. "Focus on the task at hand."
