[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: Rumpelstadt]
The air in Rumpelstadt felt much heavier than before.
Alexander exhaled as his eyes darted over the empty town square, the boarded stalls, the faces that turned away whenever they met his gaze. "Where the hell are we even supposed to start with this 'investigation' of ours?" he muttered, irritation spilling into his voice. "Do they expect us to pull answers out of thin air?"
Ivan stood beside him, hands tucked behind his back, trace of exhaustion already settling under his eyes. "I have no clue," he admitted, his tone more reflective than frustrated. "We have to hold off on investigating the Retorta Guild; Dante and Tamamo might not find anything in the mines immediately. So… maybe the former miners would know something. They worked the mines for decades. They'd have heard things."
