The next morning, the tension from last night still lingered, but we all knew there was no time to dwell on it. We needed answers—and we needed them fast.
We gathered at the guild's dining hall, taking a table in the farthest corner. The usual clatter of adventurers eating and talking filled the space, but before we spoke, Ingi raised his hand and muttered an incantation under his breath. A faint shimmer surrounded us as his spell took effect, forming an invisible barrier that muffled our words from any eavesdroppers.
"Alright," Ingi said, lowering his hand. "No one can hear us now. We can speak freely."
Fafnir wasted no time. He leaned forward, his golden eyes locked onto Veydris. "You said that they would find another if they failed with you. But what I want to know is who exactly 'they' are. Who else is involved in this besides Siegfried?"