Soren’s gaze flickered between Maris and Theodore, the weight of his past heavy in the air. “I know you might not trust me,” he said, his voice steady despite the tension. “But I’ve walked among them—observed the rogue leader’s plans. I can help you prepare, help you find a way to weaken their resolve.”
Maris exchanged a glance with Theodore, who wore a resolute expression, clearly considering their options. “If you truly want to help,” Theodore said cautiously, “you need to share everything you know. The rogue leader is powerful, and any advantage we can gain will be crucial.”
“Of course. I will share whatever it takes,” Soren responded earnestly, a flicker of vulnerability crossing his features. “I know their tactics, their fears. I’ve seen them gather at the old ruins near the river.
