"Get up." Kion opened his eyes to the sight of an ancient elf.
"It's about time you showed up." He said, picking himself with a grunt.
"So, what's the update? I sense you're in some kind of…danger." Tyril said, facing away from Kion.
"Then you're a couple of hours too late. The danger itself has been dealt with, at least that's what we think."
"We?" Tyril asked.
"Yes. I am with my half-brother on this one."
Tyril turned, as if alarmed by that piece of information. Kion noticed finer details on his face, like his cheekbones being sharper, or the glistening allure of his teal eyes. His armour seemed to give off a sharper lustre too.
Tyril's expression softened, as he remained silent for a moment, almost as if he was processing things.
"Is it so surprising to you that I'm working with my brother on something?" Kion questioned, deeply bothered by Tyril's reaction.
