Zoltan, leaning casually against a nearby stone column, took in the scene with a bemused smile, one brow arched as Sylaise spoke through Megara once more. He brought a hand to his chin in mock contemplation, letting out a low whistle as he surveyed the grove and the tension swirling between Camlen and the goddess.
Pushing off the column, Zoltan stepped forward, hands spread wide in a gesture of good-natured deference.
He turned his sharp gaze to Camlen, his smirk softening into something more akin to curiosity.
Zoltan’s voice was smooth as silk, each word carefully measured to needle just enough without tipping into outright confrontation. He gestured vaguely to the grove, his eyes never leaving the ancient elf.
He gave Megara—Sylaise—a sidelong glance, tilting his head with a faint smile.
Falling silent, Zoltan stepped back slightly, hands clasped behind his back as he let the moment hang. He wasn’t one to press too hard when someone else’s patience was already stretched thin. Instead, he watched, waited, and kept his keen mind primed to seize whatever opportunity arose next. If Camlen squirmed under the goddess’s gaze, well, that was just a bonus.
Ah, so there’s more to this story, is there?he remarked, his tone light and teasing but laced with the sharp edge of someone who missed nothing.
A relic of yours tucked away in our dear Camlen’s treasure trove? No wonder he was so prickly about guests.
Pushing off the column, Zoltan stepped forward, hands spread wide in a gesture of good-natured deference.
Don’t look at me—I’m just the charming negotiator here. But I do believe this is where our host has some explaining to do.
He turned his sharp gaze to Camlen, his smirk softening into something more akin to curiosity.
Camlen, my friend, if you’ve been holding onto something sacred, now would be the time to come clean. Not just for us, of course, but for the goddess whose mercy has so graciously spared you.
Zoltan’s voice was smooth as silk, each word carefully measured to needle just enough without tipping into outright confrontation. He gestured vaguely to the grove, his eyes never leaving the ancient elf.
Let’s not let this moment sour the fragile trust we’ve built, hmm? I’d hate to see such a promising alliance crumble over something as trifling as a misunderstanding.
He gave Megara—Sylaise—a sidelong glance, tilting his head with a faint smile.
And I imagine our goddess here isn’t particularly fond of being kept in the dark about her own belongings. Call it a hunch.
Falling silent, Zoltan stepped back slightly, hands clasped behind his back as he let the moment hang. He wasn’t one to press too hard when someone else’s patience was already stretched thin. Instead, he watched, waited, and kept his keen mind primed to seize whatever opportunity arose next. If Camlen squirmed under the goddess’s gaze, well, that was just a bonus.
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