[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: Quadling Country]
[Glinda's Castle]
Despite their whispering, the cloaked figure heard every word with clarity. Her ears were very sharp and attentive, catching even the softest shift in tone and the smallest breath between syllables. She did not interrupt them—she simply listened.
("They seem very similar," ) she observed inwardly, her gaze resting on the fairy perched upon the General's armored shoulder. ("Both of them discard caution the moment something piques their curiosity. They step toward the unknown not out of necessity, but because they want to see what happens next. That certainly makes things easier for me.")
Grimm did not waste time lingering in silence.
"What is your mission?" he asked, his voice direct and devoid of any pretense or courtesy that might soften the question. "Speak plainly. If it turns out to be something dull or beneath my interest, then you would be wise to seek help elsewhere instead of wasting both of our time."
