It wasn’t fair. Why was Flins allowed to help with the Rächer of Solnari situation, but she wasn’t? She was a Lightkeeper and a fae, too. As one of the strongest Ratnik, she believed she would be able to help the situation. Yet Flins had told her no. Finding the idea absolutely absurd, she followed him to the Northern Intelligence Hub. She had a feeling her fellow fae knew what she was doing, but she couldn’t care less.

Upon finally revealing herself after everyone left the Hub, she tapped her fingers against her arm, dull eyes scanning the room. It was rather boring, if she were being honest. With a huff, she turned to leave, only to be stopped by a hand on her shoulder.

Startling at the touch, she jerked, reaching for her weapon and jabbing her polearm at whoever touched her. The man avoided the attack with a laugh, eyes focused on her entirely.

“Quite the lively one, aren’t you?” he wondered aloud. “Flins told me to keep an eye out for you.”

“Ehh? He did? Who even are you?” The female fae frowned, crossing her arms over her chest as she let her weapon disappear. “Why would Flins do that?”

“That he did. Said something about a “rebellious little fae following him into danger.” Varka, at your service, Miss…?” he trailed off, looking at her expectantly.