Warlord

After a brief but meaningful farewell with Cassandra, Neonidas provided a few key pieces of information to that spy loyal to the House of Duke Draevos. His words were clear and authoritative, each chosen with the precision of a chess master calculating their next move. Despite the professional focus in the woman's eyes, a subtle hesitance was evident in her demeanor before Neonidas. When he finished, he exited without so much as a glance back at her.

A cool breeze, slicing through the sunlight, gently ruffled his cloak. Solara and Yuanna were waiting in front of the carriage, though Zalira was nowhere to be seen. Neonidas approached Solara and embraced her firmly, a gesture echoing the pleasant moments they had shared in recent days. Solara, accustomed to such warmth from him, still couldn't entirely hide the faint blush that crept across her face each time.