The tomb guardian's attitude was even more polite than last time—almost verging on respectful.
Fenna could clearly sense the change in the atmosphere around her, as well as the questioning glances from her colleagues, yet she herself didn't know how to explain this mysterious change—even though some vague conjectures surfaced in her mind, she couldn't articulate them.
She could only lower her head and look at the parchment the silent giant handed to her, hesitating for two seconds before reaching out to take it and gently drawing a breath.
"I'll be right back," she said quickly to Bishop Valentin, then followed the giant guarding the tomb, stepping towards the pale architecture not far away.