Two weeks settle softly over Rosmira's life, and Rose Mansion feels almost peaceful. In the living quarters, gold-threaded silk catches the lamplight while the old weight of recent days loosens a little.
Eros's gifts rest on every one of them, elegant and unmistakable, as if even leisure has been dressed to be remembered. Madam Cleara adjusts her new spectacles with a small, appraising tilt of her head, her refreshed hairstyle sharpening her usual poise.
Madam Cleara
If Eros wanted us comfortable, she also wanted us noticeable.
Leon relaxes into the sofa, looking less hunted than he has in days. Jews lounges nearby with a wry smile, turning her sleeve between her fingers as if testing the sheen of the fabric.
Jews
It is a little rude how good this all looks on us.
Nayla stands straighter than the others, amber eyes steady, pride returning by degrees. She draws a slow breath, then lets the room have her attention.
Nayla Iko
Before anyone gets too settled, I need to explain the Fanrir clone. What you saw was not just a lookalike.
Cleara's gaze sharpens, Leon quiets, and Jews turns toward Nayla. The room holds, warm and expectant, waiting for her to continue.
✓ Quest Accepted
Learn the true nature of the Fanrir clone
✓ Quest Accepted
Keep the group united against the wolf lord