"An Envoy of the Lich Court?" Nox mumbled to himself, unsure whether to call this a coincidence or something else.
Just minutes ago, they had been discussing the Lich Court, and suddenly, an envoy from that same organization appeared.
It simply didn't make sense, and he couldn't help but wonder if there was a mole in their midst.
'It can't be.' Nox shook his head. After a moment of thought, he realized this was indeed a coincidence. He shifted his gaze to the envoy, Xel'vorr, and said, "Yes, I am Nox Cromwell. Is there a problem?"
The air was tense. The elites of the Cromwell Barony stood on one side, while the strange figure—neither human nor beast—stood opposite them.
Some had already summoned their weapons, while a few kept their skills active, ready to attack.
The envoy clearly saw through this and let out a soft chuckle. "I'm not here to fight. I'm only the envoy of the Queen herself. Fighting is not my forte, so you can be at ease."
