Ela nodded, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Not the kind of trouble that requires immediate action, but the kind that lingers, watching, waiting for an opportunity. We've caught the eye of more than just ambitious merchants or rival factions. Some of the attention is... different."
Jack leaned back slightly, folding his arms. "Different, how?"
Ela tapped her fingers on the desk, choosing her words carefully. "Gods, Master. Lesser ones, but gods nonetheless. I've started noticing small shifts—small blessings here and there, whispers of prayers reaching ears that shouldn't be listening. They're watching Lunaris, Goldspire, and the world. At first, I thought it was minor, just some forgotten deities clinging to scraps of faith. But then I realized—this world is still young in the grand scheme of things. And with each passing day, it becomes more... interesting."
