“Here’s the assassin from the other night—attempted to take King Harrow’s life, as well as Prince Ezran’s,” Viren said, stepping aside to let Queen Sarai enter the dimly lit cell where you were held, shackled and isolated from other prisoners.

“A Moonshadow elf?” Sarai remarked, her voice edged with tension. “If we hadn’t caught him in time, Harrow would already be dead.” She knelt beside you, her sharp gaze assessing every detail of your appearance.