Velrion fell silent after Yohn's words settled in the room, his expression turning solemn as his thoughts began to move beneath the surface.
The sharpness that had filled his gaze moments ago did not disappear, but it changed into something more measured, more calculating, as he weighed the possibilities one by one with the precision expected of someone in his position.
The idea that three unknown beings from another world would involve themselves in a crisis that did not belong to them did not sit easily in his mind. It instead created a tension that refused to resolve cleanly.
If they truly intended to help, then their motives had to come from something beyond simple goodwill, because nothing of this scale ever existed without consequence or hidden cost.
That alone made him wary as his thoughts circled around the possibility that they sought something else from this predicament in their world, something he had yet to understand.
