(Fourth Elders Private Office)
The spy bowed low, his figure draped in a black robe that seemed to shift and shimmer with each breath he took, the spell-woven fabric muting all sound as he stepped forward into the chamber.
"The Twelfth Elder visited Supreme Master Argo's forge this afternoon," the spy reported calmly, his voice steady but hushed. "He requested the construction of a dimensional portal point."
The Fourth Elder's eyes narrowed.
"For what purpose?" he asked, fingers steepled beneath his chin.
The spy hesitated, then lowered his head even further. "The exact objective wasn't disclosed, but from what I gathered through observation and chatter at the forge—it appears they are planning a heist. Possibly to retrieve something important from enemy territory. The level of discretion they're operating under strongly suggests it."
The room was silent for a moment.
Only the soft ticking of the elder's ancient chronometer echoed faintly in the corner of the room.
