[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: Outskirts]
The forest had swallowed them once more.
Alexander trudged along, arms crossed and voice breaking the silence first.
"Not that I don't mind getting out of that place so fast," he muttered, glancing back toward the distant outline of the Retorta Guild's outpost, its banners vanishing behind a curtain of trees, "but was there really a point in cutting that meeting short? Felt like we ran out before anything could even happen."
