He exhaled slowly, then forced a casual shrug. "Just a low-level spell from my hometown."
The woman raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. "Low-level spell?" She let out a short, amused laugh. "Your hometown must be quite... interesting."
Lucas coughed into his fist, ignoring the knowing smirk on her lips. Lena, still wary, cut in before the conversation could veer any further.
"More importantly, where are we?" she asked, her tone firm.
The woman studied them for a moment before she finally smiled, a mysterious glint in her eyes. "You're not from around here, are you?"
Neither Lucas nor Lena answered.
She took that as confirmation.
"Well then," she leaned back slightly, her expression unreadable. "My name is Aurelia Quintessa."
Lucas blinked. That sounded like a Latin name—or at least something close to it. Unique, yet elegant. It suited her.
