Zevryn was about to explain how they had found the girl by the river Elandor that day, but before he could open his mouth, Kaelith swiftly stepped in, his tone smooth, but firm.
"Brother, the investigation is in my hands," Kaelith interjected, his sharp eyes momentarily flicking toward Zevryn before landing on Alaric. "You can rest assured; I'll make certain that girl spits out everything she knows. We will uncover whoever stands behind all of this."
There was no hesitation in his voice, no trace of uncertainty. Yet beneath his composed tone lay an edge of urgency.
Alaric arched a brow at his brother, momentarily caught off guard by the decisiveness in Kaelith's words. His gaze lingered on him, searching for something, perhaps the reason behind such confidence but Kaelith's calm, unwavering expression gave away nothing.
