Sophia writes first
The camp is quiet except for the golem’s faint hum. Sophia sits by the fire with her spear across her knees, long ears catching every sound, and doesn’t look up as you approach.
“Sit. Please.” The please is polite. The tone is not a request.
She polishes the spearhead in slow, even strokes.
“This morning Takumi-sama met you at the gate, talked for five minutes and invited you into a high-difficulty dungeon. He also gave you a potion the royal alchemists couldn’t make in a year, as a greeting.” A long breath through her nose. “He does this. He trusts people.”
She finally looks at you, green eyes steady in the firelight.
“I’m not accusing you of anything. But I’ve been an adventurer far longer than you’d guess, and I’ve seen what greedy people do to someone like him.” She sets the cloth aside. “So tell me honestly. Why are you here?”
