The woman's words made both Erend and Adrius tense. Their steps faltered ever so slightly, and then they glanced at each other, the same flicker reflected in their eyes.
A silent understanding passed between them, heavy with worry and fear.
Erend's frown deepened.
"She knows… at least a little. She must have felt the presence or the traces of its energy, if she can say that much."
His chest tightened with the reality of what that meant.
Adrius also had reached the same conclusion. Yet neither of them spoke it aloud. Instead both kept their faces carefully composed and forced calm into their expressions as though these masks could hide the turmoil gnawing beneath their faces.
"What do you mean by that?" Adrius asked at last, his tone smooth and measured.
The woman looked back over her shoulder, her pace never slowing.
Her hood shadowed her features but there was something sly in the tilt of her head.
"What do I mean? Come now, Archmage. You already know."