Steampunk Era: Mad Abield

Lorrin quickly stopped her foolish thought—if someone could hide their breath so completely, surely this was not an existence she, a mere Fourth Circle Wizard, could contend with. Besides, that child possessed two World Tree Saplings, any one of which could hang Lorrin up and beat her.

Fate had already been cruel enough to an old woman like herself; it was best not to court death any further.

With such a sigh, Lorrin chose to lean back in the soft chair and watched as the young girl who had emerged from the passage sat down beside Sigma.

She paid no attention to the Spirits sharing the Acorn nor to Lorrin, the newcomer. She simply placed a small box on the table, "Your Excellency Aite, I have already found what you were looking for."

"I am Dorothy, Miss Lover," said the being calling herself Dorothy, "I am aware of the task Your Excellency Aite has entrusted to you, and I have also prepared the items you need." As Dorothy spoke, Lorrin saw a metallic arm with a box descend from the ceiling, exchanging it with the girl’s box.

"Thank you, Lady Dorothy." The girl opened the box, glanced inside it, and then smiled very satisfied.

Then she leaned back in her chair, looking quite worn out.

After that, several more Wizards walked through the passage.

There was the middle-aged gentleman, Mr. Samlay, who seemed to be named after the Samlay wine, judging by his accent, he appeared to be a Farolian.