Backup Crystal and a Mole

Having no idea that Eldoran was, in fact, a puppet controlled by the God of Darkness, the young elf continued, her voice filled with nervous energy. 

"I just… I want everything to be perfect when Lady Seraphene arrives," she confessed, her gaze flickering around the hall.

 "I am hoping, if I do a good enough job, she might, you know, notice me. Grant me a favor."

A favor from a god. It was a tempting prospect, especially for mortals. Gods held immense power. They could grant wishes, bestow gifts, change fortunes with a flick of their wrist. But Michael, his mind elsewhere, simply chuckled. Seraphene was not the type to hand out favors like candy. She was calculating, manipulative, self-serving. If this elf wanted a favor from her, she would have to offer something valuable in return, something more than just a clean spy hub.