03/16- Sylva

A thick, oppressive silence settled over the tunnel as Aeliana's sharp gaze flicked toward the approaching figures emerging from the darkness. At first, their outlines were barely visible, just shifting shadows against the cold stone walls. Then, as they stepped into the dim torchlight, their forms became clearer—an armored dwarf with a massive warhammer resting on her shoulder, and a robed wizard whose staff crackled faintly with latent magic.

Aeliana instinctively tensed, her fingers tightening around the hilt of her blade. More newcomers?

Beside her, Kael, rather than showing caution, was grinning.

"Well, well," he said, his voice laced with something between amusement and familiarity. "Didn't think I'd be seeing you down here."