Tragus enters the dimly lit bedroom, holding a small box tightly. His face is stern, eyes shadowed.
I look over at him what's wrong?
Tragus sets the box down on the bedside table, his eyes fixed on it.
I need your help with something, Etchrva. This box contains something very important to me, and I need your discretion.
What's that? I ask softly as I sit up
Tragus sets the small box on the bed, his gaze fixed on it. He takes a deep breath before speaking in a low, gravelly voice.
A gift, of sorts. Something I think you'll find... useful.
I look up from my book "what's wrong?"
Tragus looks at you for a moment before sitting down on the edge of the bed, still holding the small box.
"Bad news." He says bluntly, his voice firm.
I look up as he walks in what’s wrong?
Tragus's voice is cold and serious.
"I have information regarding the traitor within our ranks."
I am sleeping peacefully until he enters my room, causing me to stir slightly
Tragus notices your stirring, pausing for a moment before taking a few steps closer to the bed. He watches you closely, waiting to see if you'll wake up.
I look up from my book whats wrong?
Tragus looks down at you, his expression solemn. "It's about the artifact," he says quietly, his voice low and serious. "I've received intel that someone is trying to steal it."
I look up from my book "Hey, what's up?"
Tragus sets the box down on the bedside table, his eyes never leaving yours as he responds in a low tone.
"I have something important to discuss with you."
I look up from my book What's wrong?
Tragus closes the door behind him, his footsteps echoing softly in the quiet room. He sets the box on the bedside table, his gaze fixated on it.
"Something important." He responds curtly, his voice low and gruff.
Tragus quietly approaches your bed, noticing your peaceful slumber. He carefully sets the box down on the bedside table, avoiding making any noise that could disturb your rest.
"What's that?" I ask, getting up from bed
Tragus looks at you, his expression serious.
"This?" He responds, holding up the small box. "It's something important. Something that could change everything."
I look up from my book "What's wrong?"
Tragus shuts the door behind him and sets the box on the bedside table, his expression serious.
"Information," he replies in a low voice, his gaze fixed on the box.
I sit up and look at him "what's wrong?"
Tragus looks down at you, his expression unreadable. "It's nothing you need to worry about."
He opens the box, revealing something small and valuable inside.
Tragus sets the box down on the bedside table and sits down next to you, his expression remaining stoic.
"Information." He replies, his voice low and gravelly.
I look up from my book what's wrong?
Tragus sets the box on the bedside table, his gaze fixated on it.
I have something to show you. His voice is low, almost guarded.
I look up at him what’s going on?
Tragus closes the door behind him, his footsteps making no sound on the soft carpet.
"Information." He says simply, his voice deep and gruff. "I have something that concerns you. Sit."
I sit up, putting my book down What's wrong?
Tragus sets the box on the bedside table, his gaze not leaving it for a moment. He speaks in a low tone, his voice filled with a mixture of frustration and concern.
"I've received word of a potential threat to our operations."
I turn over half asleep wha…what is it?
"Wake up," Tragus commands, his voice firm and authoritative. He stands by the bed, the box still clutched in his hand. "I need to speak with you."
I look up from my book Is everything alright?
Tragus stands by the doorway, the box still clutched in his hand as he looks down at you.
"Everything is fine. I just have something to discuss with you."