The Golden Cure and the End of Peace

"Perhaps the messenger bird from Arcoi might have taken a different route or maybe the impersonator had missed a few letters and they made it through to you?" Casmir offered her plausible explanations, his face turning to the window as he watched birds chattering on a nearby branch.

Despite his seemingly logical responses, Isabella couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to the story. She noticed a flicker of something in Casmir's eyes, a hint that he wasn't sharing everything. "Casmir," she began, her voice laced with concern, "there's something you're not telling me, isn't there?"

Casmir hesitated for a moment, his expression conflicted, but then he sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly. "Isabella, we are so close to getting the elixir. And there are other matters I must look into, I just have a lot to deal with right now." he admitted, his voice heavy. "But now, you should rest and regain your strength. You should sleep here tonight."