Aldria held the teacup delicately, her gaze fixed on the serene garden before her. Velryna, seated across the table, stirred her tea with grace, but her sharp eyes were carefully observing her companion. The two shared a comfortable silence, broken only by the occasional sound of the wind gently rustling the trees around them.
"Albion has been quiet lately," Velryna remarked, her tone a mix of calm and concern. "But this calm… it's never a good thing. It's time to strengthen our patrols. I can feel something brewing beneath the surface."
Aldria nodded, though her expression showed she was grappling with the same unease. "I agree. There's an odd feeling in the air, something I can't quite put my finger on. I can't explain it, but…" She paused, her eyes meeting Velryna's. "It feels like we're being watched. Like something larger is moving in the shadows."