Under the veil of night, Canillia slipped silently through the winding streets of Yrkanis.
The shadows were his allies, every dark corner a potential hiding place.
She knew the city like the back of her hand, every hidden passage, every secret entrance.
Her objective: the Lakes embassy, where she knew Fleur de Tuber, her mentor and long-time friend, was working late.
After defeating the security devices and forcing the locks of the discreet service entrances,
she entered the Tryker embassy she knew so well.
Without hesitation, she slipped through with the agility of a feline.
The corridors were deserted, with only the distant echoes of the guards.
She progressed cautiously, avoiding lit areas, until she reached Fleur's office.
The door was ajar, revealing the flickering glow of a battered old Tryker lamp.
The hominin slipped in quietly, settling into the shadows and waiting patiently.
Later, footsteps echoed in the corridor.
Fleur entered, closing the door behind him, before jumping at the sight of the figure sitting in his armchair.
- Lake winds, Cani! You almost gave me a heart attack.
Canillia smirked, rising gracefully to her feet.
- Sorry, Fleur. Old habit...
Fleur shook her head, a mixture of amusement and exasperation in her eyes.
- One day, your "old habits" will get you into trouble.
She shrugged, then her expression became more serious.
- I have something important to show you.
She took a folder out of her bag and handed it to Fleur.
He took the document, opened it and scanned the lines, his face closing as he read.
- This is the file and contract which, under the name Hubae, binds Aelyne to Ore Altae.
Fleur looked up at Canillia, a worried gleam in her eyes.
- How did you get this?
She looked away slightly, hesitant.
- Let's just say I had to use some... unconventional means.
Fleur sighed, running a hand through her graying hair.
- Cani, do you realize the risks you've taken?
She nodded, determined.
- For Aelyne, it was worth it.
A silence hung between them, laden with unspoken words and shared memories.
Fleur placed the document on her desk, crossing her arms.
- All right, then. We've got that contract. What do you propose now?
Canillia approached, placing a hand on the desk, her gaze locked on Fleur's.
- You're his uncle, his only close relative.
To all appearances, Ore Altae no longer has any proof of its contractual relationship with Aelyne.
It's up to you to decide what you want to do with it.
Fleur closed her eyes for a moment, weighing the weight of this responsibility.
When he opened them again, a new resolve shone through.
- Okay, Cani. I'll think about it. But promise me one thing.
She inclined her head, attentive.
- More... "unconventional" methods.
We need to proceed with caution.
Canillia smiled mischievously.
- Oy, Fleur, but you know me, I can't promise you anything.
He sighed again, but a smile softened his features.
- Go on, off you go before someone sees you here, and give Lea a kiss for me.
She nodded, then, in one fluid movement, disappeared like a draught, leaving Fleur alone with his thoughts and the contract.
The shadows were his allies, every dark corner a potential hiding place.
She knew the city like the back of her hand, every hidden passage, every secret entrance.
Her objective: the Lakes embassy, where she knew Fleur de Tuber, her mentor and long-time friend, was working late.
After defeating the security devices and forcing the locks of the discreet service entrances,
she entered the Tryker embassy she knew so well.
Without hesitation, she slipped through with the agility of a feline.
The corridors were deserted, with only the distant echoes of the guards.
She progressed cautiously, avoiding lit areas, until she reached Fleur's office.
The door was ajar, revealing the flickering glow of a battered old Tryker lamp.
The hominin slipped in quietly, settling into the shadows and waiting patiently.
Later, footsteps echoed in the corridor.
Fleur entered, closing the door behind him, before jumping at the sight of the figure sitting in his armchair.
- Lake winds, Cani! You almost gave me a heart attack.
Canillia smirked, rising gracefully to her feet.
- Sorry, Fleur. Old habit...
Fleur shook her head, a mixture of amusement and exasperation in her eyes.
- One day, your "old habits" will get you into trouble.
She shrugged, then her expression became more serious.
- I have something important to show you.
She took a folder out of her bag and handed it to Fleur.
He took the document, opened it and scanned the lines, his face closing as he read.
- This is the file and contract which, under the name Hubae, binds Aelyne to Ore Altae.
Fleur looked up at Canillia, a worried gleam in her eyes.
- How did you get this?
She looked away slightly, hesitant.
- Let's just say I had to use some... unconventional means.
Fleur sighed, running a hand through her graying hair.
- Cani, do you realize the risks you've taken?
She nodded, determined.
- For Aelyne, it was worth it.
A silence hung between them, laden with unspoken words and shared memories.
Fleur placed the document on her desk, crossing her arms.
- All right, then. We've got that contract. What do you propose now?
Canillia approached, placing a hand on the desk, her gaze locked on Fleur's.
- You're his uncle, his only close relative.
To all appearances, Ore Altae no longer has any proof of its contractual relationship with Aelyne.
It's up to you to decide what you want to do with it.
Fleur closed her eyes for a moment, weighing the weight of this responsibility.
When he opened them again, a new resolve shone through.
- Okay, Cani. I'll think about it. But promise me one thing.
She inclined her head, attentive.
- More... "unconventional" methods.
We need to proceed with caution.
Canillia smiled mischievously.
- Oy, Fleur, but you know me, I can't promise you anything.
He sighed again, but a smile softened his features.
- Go on, off you go before someone sees you here, and give Lea a kiss for me.
She nodded, then, in one fluid movement, disappeared like a draught, leaving Fleur alone with his thoughts and the contract.