In the midst of an otherworldly tent, Lady Adela de Lanark sat regally upon a sturdy wooden chair, facing a shapeshifter who, by all accounts, should have been consumed by flames the moment he dared to set foot inside Lanark's Forest.
Egon and the wolf were proven right. Adela, along with the entire realm of Lanark, had been thoroughly deceived.
Adela took a moment to scrutinize the brown-tinted glass presented to her. Delicately grasping it, she brought it closer to her lips, the sweet aroma of the liquid wafting around her.
As the shapeshifter's hand gently touched hers, Adela was suddenly reminded of the wolf's comforting touch in the garden. However, this time, the gesture had a far different effect.
Looking directly at the shapeshifter, Adela was met with a furrowed brow and a warning, "Did your parents not teach you to never accept food or drink from a stranger?"
She regarded him as though he had grown an additional head.
