Barns raps his knuckles against the heavy wooden door of Commander Seifa Brahn's office. A moment later, it creaks open, revealing Wanda, the dark-skinned, sharp-eyed captain of Lantafort's defense force. She stands with her usual no-nonsense posture, hand resting lightly on the ornate hilt of her rapier.
"We heard you had arrived. Please. Commander Brahn is expecting you," she says, stepping aside to let them in.
Barns smirks, glancing at Skado as they enter. "News travels fast around here, huh?"
Skado crosses his arms, his expression as smug as ever. "We knew you were coming before you even got on the train. Lantafort exists because we've always remained cautious. Not even seven apocalypses could stop us."
Barns sticks his bottom lip out, making a stupid face. "So you're saying Lantafort could survive an eighth?"
"Not testing THAT theory anytime soon," Wanda mutters, closing the door behind them.
