They moved into a quieter room at the back of the building.
The space was simple but comfortable.
A low table sat in the center, with wide chairs placed neatly around it.
Aveline moved first.
She set a kettle down and poured tea into several cups.
"Please," she said gently. "Sit."
Vargan dropped into a chair without hesitation, resting his arms on the table.
Sarona remained standing for a moment before taking her seat, posture straight and guarded.
Aveline slid a cup toward each of them.
Vargan glanced at his cup and smiled. "Tea, huh? Didn't expect that."
Sarona looked at hers but didn't touch it.
Aveline noticed and smiled softly. "Don't worry. This is just herbal tea I grew myself."
She added, "It's not made from plants on this island."
Sarona's eyes flickered.
After a brief pause, she nodded and lifted the cup.
She took a small sip, then set it down again.
Raviel watched the exchange quietly before speaking.
"Alright," he said, folding his arms. "Now then."
