"Do you know about Efsa?" Agema asked, her honey-colored eyes glimmering with curiosity.
"Yes, I know a lot about him," Arlon answered without hesitation.
June, on the other hand, shook her head. "I know his name, but that's about it."
Agema nodded. "Well, why don't you tell her what you know, Arlon? That way, I can continue from there."
Arlon hesitated for a brief moment before recounting what he knew about Efsa.
He told June about his dream, carefully avoiding any mention that he had seen the events firsthand.
Neither of them questioned how he knew so much, and he wasn't about to explain.
"So, he sent the king away," Arlon concluded. "That's all I know."
Agema hummed in thought. "That's a good stopping point. I remember Silk. She was a good girl."
Arlon frowned. "What do you mean, 'remember'? That was a thousand years ago."
Before he could react, a dirt ball smacked him on the forehead.
He flinched, rubbing his head. He hadn't even seen the magic coming.
