"Oh-ho~ Hold on there, Chief." His lips curled into an amused smirk. "Do you really think the gods would leave him unguarded?"
Morrika frowned. "What are you getting at?"
Arthur's fingers tapped idly against the armrest of his chair. "He's sealed inside a dungeon. I only know where the entrance is… but what lies beyond it?" He shrugged. "That's anyone's guess."
Morrika's expression darkened.
Arthur's smirk widened. "Charging in recklessly might be brave, but it's also stupid. You should prepare. Gather your best warriors, your sharpest minds. Fenrir has waited this long… I doubt he'll mind waiting one more day."
Morrika exhaled sharply, the tension in her shoulders easing slightly.
Morrika exhaled, rubbing her temples. "Fine." Her voice was firm, decisive. She crossed her arms, her crimson eyes sharp with resolve. "I'll make the preparations. At first light, we depart. No further delays."
