"You won't get away with cheap tricks like those, Elena." Lorena replied, her tone not faltering in the slightest.
"No..." the woman in question whispered. "A new Halve... how long has it been? I know! Inform His Excellency Perculis! He'll vouch for me."
What the fuck.
"Perculis is dead," I told her. "Everyone knows that."
A few seconds of silence followed my words. Lorena never took her eyes off of Elena.
"What...?" her voice was barely a whisper that she almost choked on. "His Excellency Perculis... dead?"
"Don't act like you don't know," I retorted. "Who are you, anyway?"
"I was... born in 54.780, Photem's Third Era, Fifth Age of E'er. My name is Elena Pazh'Khun" she quickly said, looking at each of us. "I was going to join Her Excellency Yulianna. We're supposed to track down an Ijir'en that threatens a Jorrksuuv nest near Koluum."
"That happened over two thousand years ago," Lapia scoffed. "Don't lie!"
