Unknown to the thoughts and plans of the Beast God Envoy, Thoren and Dagmar walked deeper into the forest.
Dagmar moved calmly, as though she were strolling through her own backyard. Her steps were steady, her posture relaxed.
When she glanced back at Thoren, she expected to see tension etched across his face, fear, perhaps, or at least unease.
Instead, she found none.
His expression remained calm and indifferent.
He sat atop his undead mount as though he were traveling through neutral territory rather than entering the heart of an enemy stronghold.
'Why is he this calm?'
'Does he not know where he is?' she wondered, puzzled.
She cleared her throat and raised her voice deliberately. "We've entered the territory of my Beast God Sect."
"Hmm."
Thoren merely responded with a faint, noncommittal sound, as though the information carried no weight.
Dagmar's jaw tightened in frustration. She gritted her teeth and looked away.
