[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: Rumpelstadt]
An elderly man sat hunched near the corner of a collapsed awning, his chair made from uneven planks, one leg supported by a pile of stones. His hands trembled faintly as he adjusted a threadbare scarf around his neck. His eyes latched onto Dante and Tamamo-no-Mae.
"No, sorry," the old man rasped after a pause, his voice rough as sand. "I don't know anything about them dragons."
Dante inclined his head slightly. "I see," he murmured. "Your cooperation is appreciated."
The man nodded quickly, his gaze turning once more to Tamamo-no-Mae. Her tails swayed behind Dante's shoulders. Whatever curiosity lingered in the man's face turned to caution; he looked away, as though afraid even his glance might provoke something beyond mortal understanding.
Without another word, Dante turned and began walking down the dim street.
"Hm," Tamamo-no-Mae murmured from her perch, her tails curling lazily. "Another useless source, hm?"
