One of the returning elves stepped forward—a tall, scarred woman with braided silver hair and fire in her eyes. Her gaze locked on the fallen captain's corpse, and her jaw tensed.
"Captain Drovek," she spat. "Bastard killed my brother."
She kicked the body once, hard, then turned to Lucas and Sylmara. "You have my thanks. And more than that—our blades."
Lucas raised an eyebrow. "Appreciated. But we're not done yet."
Sylmara nodded. "This facility—it's just one part of the chain. We need intel. Names. Routes. Buyers."
The scarred elf woman glanced down the corridor, then back. "There's an office at the far end. Drovek kept his ledgers there. If he was involved in trafficking, the records will be there too."
Lucas rubbed the back of his neck. "Great. More sneaking around. Maybe I should've picked a quieter vacation."
The slime jiggled. "Vacation is fun! Lots of punching!"
Sylmara let a rare smile crack through. "Let's move. Before reinforcements arrive."
