[Somewhere near the Eastern Border, Alfheim.]
A soft humming filled the car as I leaned back in my seat.
Across from me sat an elven woman with long blonde hair, flipping through stacks of documents.
"Daina."
She looked up. "What?"
"Where are we going?"
She paused, sighed, then said, "You'll know soon enough."
"Urgh. At least tell me how long it'll take."
"..."
She ignored the question, continuing to scan through her papers.
I sighed and turned toward the window.
Outside, all I could see was greenery stretching out endlessly, tall trees lining both sides of the road.
'How did it come to this?'
The road curved gently, the tires crunching softly over gravel as the car moved forward.
I kept my eyes on the trees passing by.
Daina still hadn't said a word.
I glanced at her again.
Her face was calm, focused, her fingers flipping through pages.
She didn't even look tired.
Meanwhile, I was trying not to fall asleep.
"You know, a little context would be nice," I muttered.
