"I've noticed certain entities from outside Velmora using methods that don't align with normal dungeon or Labyrinth creation," Duke continued. "Their intent isn't clear. Their methods aren't native."
His gaze sharpened, the weight behind it unmistakable. "So I came here hoping you might have information the rest of Velmora doesn't."
For a moment, Isolde said nothing.
She sat upon her throne of ice, one leg crossed over the other, fingers resting lightly against the armrest as frost slowly crept outward beneath her touch. Her pale eyes studied Duke with quiet patience, as though she were listening not just to his words, but to the thoughts he hadn't voiced.
Then she smiled faintly.
"I've noticed irregular patterns as well," she said calmly. "But its nothing the natives of Eiskar cannot handle."
Her lips curved just a little more. "You worry too much."
Bruce felt it then, the elven soul stirring..
Isolde leaned back slightly, her gaze never leaving Duke.
