As you stepped out of the quest building, the sun filtered through the trees, casting dappled shadows on the path ahead. You clutched the quest list tightly, excitement bubbling within you as you glanced at Dorian, who walked a few steps ahead, his stoic demeanor unchanging.

You prattled on, barely pausing for breath, oblivious to the way Dorian’s brow furrowed slightly in irritation. Dorian turned his head slightly, his expression still serious, but he couldn’t help but cut in, his voice gravelly and direct. “Stop talking. Focus. We need to plan our approach, not speculate on appearances.”