Fenrir's lips twitched into a faint smirk, his amusement at the situation clear. "Victims," he repeated softly, as if savoring the word. He pushed his plate away and stood, gesturing for his companions to follow. "Come. Let's not offend our host."
Mary Ann frowned but rose to her feet. Rui hesitated for a moment, clearly wanting to press the matter further, but eventually followed. "Do you really think we need to retreat just because someone heard a loud noise?" Rui muttered, her tone laced with irritation.
Fenrir didn't reply. He led them back to their rooms without a word, his expression calm and unreadable. His silence was enough to stifle any further complaints from Rui or Mary Ann.
Once inside the confines of their suite, Fenrir turned to Maric, who had remained quiet throughout the exchange. "Maric," Fenrir said, his tone calm but commanding, "I need you to head out and investigate. Something isn't right here, and I want to know what it is."