"Hold!" Deneve shouted at the approaching figure, her twin blades at the ready. She stood before the river, close enough to dash forward at a moment's notice. She caught sight of Kaela creeping sideways nearby, concealing herself behind the trees.

The individual closed the distance rapidly, navigating across the water with a speed that defied the laws of nature. An inhuman creature—half woman from the torso upwards with beautiful features and scaly skin—flitted from the river and onto the bank with ease. Below the waist, her body resembled a snake, serpentine and lithe. Her scales glistened wetly under the afternoon sun, glinting with a subtle sheen.

Deneve charged the instant the figure emerged from the water, her movement swift and graceful. Her two curved swords gleamed coldly in the light, aimed towards the unknown assailant's throat.

Her opponent, however, proved both slippery and swift. Her lithe frame twisted as she dodged the initial thrust. Unfazed, Deneve executed a series of rapid cuts and slashes with practiced fluidity, using the momentum of her first attack to fuel successive strikes. Each strike missed their mark as the mysterious woman flowed around them effortlessly.

Deneve felt the briefest trace of annoyance and increased her intensity, launching her assault at a higher tempo. She utilized every advantage in her repertoire to exploit blind spots and to probe for weaknesses, transitioning from traditional sword techniques to more inventive maneuvers. The effort yielded no reward. Her attacks, vicious as they were, never managed to land a blow.

Deneve ducked suddenly as Kaela leaped from her concealment to join the fray, unleashing her signature horizontal double-sweep. Kaela's twin daggers scythed through the air and swept across their opponent's torso. Yet, the snake-woman proved agile enough to evade both their assaults.

Kaela wasted no time in adjusting her approach. Still in midair, she altered her trajectory. Twisting her body nimbly, her heels landed squarely upon Deneve's shoulder and used her as a springboard. Kaela rebounded, diving straight down upon her target. Daggers drawn back and aligned directly in front of her, she prepared a vicious plunging strike.

Her prey vanished the instant Kaela descended, slipping right out of her reach. Kaela flipped gracefully and rolled into a crouch as she landed. Spinning around, she scanned her surroundings warily, her daggers brandished in a defensive position.

A sudden force knocked her to the ground before Kaela could react. Her daggers slipped from her grasp and sailed away from her, landing harmlessly several paces away. In a flash, her limbs and neck found themselves constricted by a powerful grip, unable to move. With her attacker holding her captive, Deneve could not execute a follow-up without the risk of injuring Kaela.

"Yield," Calyxia ordered, her tone icy and calm. Her serpentine eyes regarded Kaela and Deneve impassively. "Lower your weapons. I have no desire to hurt either of you. Resist, and I cannot guarantee your safety."

Deneve complied reluctantly, though she kept her blade held point downward at an angle, waiting for her chance to strike.

"Hey! Sorry I'm late! I had to finish eating my—Oh, ffuuu—" Serrandyl's widened at the sight of Calyxia, causing her to skid to a halt and trip over her own feet as she stumbled over a protruding rock. Her balance thrown off, she fell flat on her face and cursed loudly.

She pushed herself up, spitting out bits of dirt. "C-Calyxia?!" She scrambled hastily to her feet, her eyes darting in a panic as she struggled to wipe the remaining crumbs off her clothes. "Uh, haha. Uh...this is...hahaha, uh...wow, what a surprise... wait, Deneve, Kaela. Stop. Don't attack her. She's a...um, a friendly neighbor."

Calyxia loosened her hold on Kaela and coiled around herself while regarding Serrandyl with an arched brow. Her eyes flashed with amusement as they zeroed in on her face. "Ah. You're the Beastkin girl who is usually with Ebonheim. I remember you now."

Deneve stared suspiciously at Calyxia while maintaining a loose battle stance. Her blades remained held at the ready.

"We're allies," Serrandyl asserted to Deneve and Kaela, gesturing to Calyxia. "She's one of the lords of the Eldergrove valley. They're friendly...ish...with Ebonheim." She gave an encouraging thumbs up.

Calyxia pursed her lips in displeasure at Serrandyl's summation. "Friendly does not describe the extent of our relationship." She unwound herself and slithered languidly towards her. She stopped before Serrandyl, her face hovering uncomfortably close. "But she's correct in her assessment of the situation. We are allied...of sorts." Her forked tongue flicked out from her lips.

Kaela and Deneve eyed the exchange with varying degrees of caution and curiosity. Neither dared to make any hasty moves. Even they could discern the immense pressure radiating from the individual before them.

Serrandyl wiped the sweat from her forehead. She averted her eyes as her cheeks flushed, trying to maintain her composure. "Of sorts, huh. Haha. So, um, what brings you here? E-Ebonheim's away right now. She's off running errands, but should be back soon." She blurted out her explanation in a jumble of words.

"I know. Her absence does not concern me." Calyxia lifted a delicate finger and tapped her nose, caressing the underside gently. "I came looking for Kelzryn." Her lips parted into a disarming smile. "Is he here?" She tilted her head inquisitively. "Or did I miss him?"

The frantic footfalls of Bjorn and several Silverguard soldiers approaching interrupted them. Their ragged breaths and red faces spoke volumes of their hurry. Bjorn stopped abruptly upon seeing the group, appearing somewhat relieved yet still wary. "We heard some commotion, and...oh...Calyxia. Welcome. Your...unexpected visit honors us."

The other soldiers, notably less informed of the situation, balked at the sight of the naga. They drew their weapons, yet stayed their hands. Confusion overrode their reflexive response as they noted Kaela's and Deneve's lack of concern. They sheathed their weapons and assumed a more neutral stance.

"Bjorn. As you can see, my visit is most pleasant thus far. Such warm welcome. How delightful." Calyxia smiled thinly as her gaze narrowed, conveying the opposite of her words.

Bjorn coughed awkwardly. "The town is still a bit on edge, given Kelzryn's presence. We've recently had a surge of new settlers joining us. We haven't properly introduced them to...everything yet."

"Hmm. New settlers?" Calyxia echoed, intrigued. She folded her arms. "I see. There are more buildings and structures than when I last visited. So, Ebonheim has expanded her territory."

Bjorn nodded and shrugged. "It happens. Slowly, but surely."

"Where's Kelzryn? Since this town hasn't been scorched bare, I figured you didn't manage to incur his wrath due to your human habits," Calyxia deduced. Her tail waved idly back and forth.

"Your concern was unnecessary," Kelzryn's voice intervened, attracting the group's attention. He walked steadily from behind the trees, his gait relaxed and unhurried. "As you can observe, Ebonheim's residents have treated me hospitably thus far. Bjorn's diligence has ensured my visit progressed smoothly. Rest assured. All's well."

"Kelzryn." Calyxia glided elegantly towards him, the scales on her lower half glittering and rippling as they scraped against the rocky earth. "Things still could have gone poorly. I know your temperament. Humans tend to ruffle your scales. Quite literally."

Her tone became stern. "If you weren't in such a hurry to visit Ebonheim, I would've escorted you here myself. Instead, you insisted on leaving first and disregarded my advice." Calyxia halted in front Kelzryn. Leaning forward, she prodded him lightly on the nose. "Humans cause misunderstandings. You've spent little time interacting with them."

"Misunderstandings resolved, Calyxia. Everything's fine," Kelzryn emphasized calmly. "I appreciate your concern, yet the blame lies not with Ebonheim's people, but with my haste. Accept my sincerest apology." He lowered his head, the gesture expressing both respect and remorse.

It was Calyxia's turn to look shocked. Her mouth hung agape briefly before closing abruptly, her brows knitting together. "Kelzryn...what...happened to you? I had an inkling that you seemed different when you approached me a couple of days ago, but now..." She peered intently at him, a perplexed frown creasing her exquisite visage. "You've never been this...respectful. Polite. Considerate."

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"I've spent the past year in introspection while I recovered from my ordeal. Recuperating allowed ample opportunity for reflection and contemplation." Kelzryn met her gaze evenly. "My experiences taught me the virtues of patience and tolerance."

Calyxia searched his face carefully. Seemingly satisfied with whatever she observed, she sighed and shook her head resignedly. "This is no act? Hmm. Very well. Although, I'm loath to admit Ebonheim has exerted a beneficial effect on you." She circled him slowly, her gaze thoughtful. "Consider me...pleasantly surprised."

Kelzryn's lips quirked upwards subtly. "Indeed."

Serrandyl sidled up to Bjorn, whispering discreetly. "It was stressful enough looking after a dragon, now we gotta babysit Calyxia too? Think Ebonheim will be okay with this?"

"You know, they can probably hear you whispering," Bjorn whispered back wryly.

Serrandyl smacked her forehead and forced a laugh. "Ah! Well, would you look at the time. We were supposed to go spar at the training grounds when the sun was about...there. Ahahaha! Right, Deneve? Let's go train and sharpen our skills."

Deneve smiled awkwardly and replied in a deadpan voice. "Ahahaha! Oh, yeah! I almost forgot. Yeah, we should. Training and...sharpening and stuff. Good talk. Great weather. Haha!"

She and Serrandyl departed hastily, abandoning the others to their fate.

Kaela shot Bjorn a helpless glance, wordlessly questioning her departure options. When he shrugged and motioned for her to leave, Kaela took off, melting into the foliage without a backward glance.

Bjorn sighed and addressed the remaining Silverguard soldiers. "You lot can take a break. Go rest or have fun. Whatever. Just give Kelzryn and Calyxia space."

His announcement yielded the expected results. The Silverguards scattered promptly and returned to their posts.

Left alone with their guests, Bjorn cleared his throat. "Well, um. So, Calyxia. Were you intending to stay or...?"

"Since Kelzryn refuses to return with me, I suppose I have no choice." Calyxia surveyed the town's surroundings with interest. "Besides, Ebonheim had invited me to visit sometime. What better time than now?"

"That's...great." Bjorn rubbed his temples wearily. "Ebonheim isn't present to greet you. She's away right now and won't return for another few days. But I could arrange a place for you to stay temporarily, if you're willing."

"No need." Calyxia waved dismissively. "I have no qualms residing within the Eldergrove. Its accommodations suit my tastes. I'll settle myself within its vicinity. Kelzryn can stay with me." She paused, her expression changing to one of consideration. "Unless, he intends to reside here instead?" She glanced questioningly at him.

"I wish to reside within Ebonheim's abode," Kelzryn declined politely, unfazed by her insistence.

Calyxia's eye twitched imperceptibly, yet she refrained from objecting.

"Erm, you want to sleep in her cabin?" Bjorn asked, bewildered.

"Yes. Is that a problem?" Kelzryn asked.

"Uh...no...not at all." Bjorn massaged the bridge of his nose and turned to Calyxia. "Well, I'm not sure when you'd wish to take your rest, but if you're feeling up for it, you can join us for the rest of today's tour. We could introduce you around and show you the sights. Since Ebonheim won't return for a few days, maybe you'd like to familiarize yourself with her subjects a bit before meeting her directly."

"Hmm. Tempting. Very well," Calyxia agreed. "Show me. I'd like a closer inspection." She slithered after him, and Kelzryn followed along beside her.

Bjorn led them leisurely throughout the town's streets, introducing areas and locations as they passed. He highlighted the various establishments, detailing their functions and the craftsmen managing them. Occasionally, they attracted stares and hushed murmurs from the townsfolk.

Calyxia responded to the attention stoically, unconcerned with the humans' reaction. Kelzryn ignored them likewise, preferring to focus on his surroundings.

Throughout their walk, Bjorn maintained his affable demeanor and served as an engaging host. While conversational, his explanations remained informative and concise. Likewise, he exhibited appropriate discretion while disclosing facts and private matters.

Their casual tour lasted until dusk, eventually arriving at the feast hall.

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Engin reclined comfortably upon his chair. Candlelight illuminated his immediate vicinity while casting shadows in the periphery. Several patrons occupied the tables closest to his seat, enjoying the evening's atmosphere. Idle chatter and the sounds of cutlery dominated the hall. Occasionally, a cheer or shout punctuated the relative tranquility.

His guests sat opposite him, having joined him a short while ago. Kelzryn and Calyxia were engrossed in a discussion—one filled with terms Engin couldn't comprehend and had no particular desire to learn. Though the conversation's subject eluded him, their animated expressions indicated its importance.

Kelzryn's contributions consisted mostly of nods and thoughtful hums while Calyxia did the majority of the talking. Engin assumed the topic centered on magic, a subject he avoided. He had neither the proficiency nor the inclination to pursue.

The young guild master of the Ethervein Enclave, Orin Webb, occupied his other guest spot. Unlike Engin, Orin participated energetically, actively engaging both Kelzryn and Calyxia in their esoteric debate. He interjected with his opinions and views, earning him a modicum of acknowledgment and approval from both parties.

Orin didn't seem phased by their abnormal appearances, treating Kelzryn and Calyxia akin to colleagues engaged in an intellectual exercise. He conversed comfortably and confidently.

Engin envied him a little. He possessed the charm, charisma, and intelligence necessary to maneuver effectively through the various spheres and facets of social discourse. Although not as refined and cultivated as Evelyne's mannerisms, Orin carried an affable openness Engin appreciated. Coupled with a youthful vigor and an easygoing disposition, his company proved refreshing and engaging.

"Sorry to interrupt." Bjorn's interjection interrupted their discussion. His arrival garnered the quartet's attention. "Food's ready."

He slid a large platter onto the table's surface, its contents releasing a savory aroma. A juicy roast rested within the center of the platter, surrounded by a variety of side dishes. Accompanying vegetables, sliced breads, stews, and a basket of fruits completed the lavish arrangement. Steam rose lazily, indicating their freshly cooked state.

Engin inhaled deeply, relishing the culinary bounty. "Bjorn. I had intended to treat our esteemed guests to a meal tonight. You needn't trouble yourself so."

"It's not a hassle at all. I didn't do this alone. Plenty of help from the kitchen staff." Bjorn gestured nonchalantly. "Enjoy."

"You spoil us. Thank you." Engin's appreciation earned him a shrug and a chuckle.

"I'll leave you folks to your discussions, then." Bjorn excused himself. "Just get someone's attention if you want more drinks."

Engin served a slice of meat to Orin and each of their guests before proceeding to carve his share. Orin graciously reciprocated the gesture.

Calyxia tasted her meal delicately, her forked tongue flicking and sampling a piece of roast. Once ingested, her pupils dilated briefly and a pleased smile graced her lips. She sampled the accompanying sides and nodded approvingly. "Acceptable fare. More flavorful and diverse than I had anticipated."

"Glad to hear." Engin turned to Kelzryn, who was staring at his serving thoughtfully. "I recall you mentioned that you didn't need sustenance, but would you like to try anyway? No pressure. If not, it won't go to waste."

Kelzryn hesitated. After a moment's contemplation, he inclined his head agreeably. "I'll sample."

"Please help yourself. Enjoy." Engin watched as he picked a vegetable from his plate and popped it into his mouth.

"Edible," Kelzryn determined succinctly. He proceeded to consume the remainder of the dish at a slow pace.

Engin hid a smile and exchanged a knowing glance with Orin. He resumed dining as their previous discussion resumed.

At times, Calyxia translated certain concepts and theories to the latter half of Engin's table, seeking his opinion and confirmation. Orin obliged readily and supplemented the clarification appropriately. Their dialogue resumed, evolving and encompassing topics Engin could scarcely follow.

Time passed, and the platters grew emptier. Various liquids filled their glasses. Conversations ebbed and flowed, accompanied by the clinking of utensils. Engin enjoyed the ambiance, occasionally contributing minor insights and observations. His participation remained voluntary, and the others accommodated him accordingly.

Eventually, the dishes had reduced to scraps, and the platters returned empty. Engin leaned back contentedly and nursed the wine within his glass. Its warmth radiated pleasantly within his belly, aiding the relaxing sensation spreading throughout his body.

"Excuse the intrusion." A Silverguard soldier interrupted them. "Sir Engin, Bjorn. I've something to report, urgently."

The look on the soldier's face conveyed his seriousness, and Engin straightened immediately. "Speak."

"We've received a report from our scouts. There's a group advancing towards Ebonheim from the western border. Judging from their equipment and numbers, they're brigands from the region around Dulgaan." The soldier paused, his grim tone emphasizing his report. "They're encamped roughly a day’s journey on foot from Ebonheim's boundary."

"Brigands? How many?" Engin's countenance turned grave. His prior tranquility had vanished.

"Four hundred, give or take. The scouts also saw two Aetherframes with them," the soldier revealed somberly.

"Aetherframes? You're certain?" Engin's alarm escalated.

The Silverguard soldier nodded affirmatively. "Aye. That's why the scouts alerted us immediately. We're uncertain of the frames' capabilities, though. But they'll most likely have a few Arcanists and Artificers in their ranks."

"Prepare a meeting in the town hall. Notify the heads of each faction." Engin stood, the urgency in his voice clear. "We need to discuss a plan and countermeasures."