The woman moved with silent confidence, pulling the visitor chair closer to the bed with a soft scrape against the floor. She sat, crossing her legs elegantly, the silk whispering against itself.
"We never formally met," she began, her voice smooth as polished glass, yet holding an underlying chill. "I am Rowena. A senior member of the Hunter Association's Oversight Division."
Her sharp eyes scanned him, taking in the bandages, the IV drip, the feigned weakness. "I came to discuss the incident at the Rank 6 dungeon."
Fin kept his expression carefully blank, injecting a note of confused effort into his voice. "Incident? I… I don't remember much, ma'am. They said… amnesia?" He looked towards where Mara had been, as if seeking confirmation.
