As the dust settled on the conquered goblin lair, a shadow of discord descended upon Dick and Ram. The unexpected arrival of Rem, her visage cold and judgmental, sent a ripple of tension through the air. Ram's complexion turned ashen, her heart racing with the fear that her clandestine plea for help had been overheard.
Dick, taken aback by Rem's sudden appearance, couldn't fathom how she had managed to slip into their midst unnoticed. Her presence, always looming like a dark cloud, seemed to cast a longer shadow this day.
"Dear sister, have my words fallen on deaf ears? I explicitly warned you against Dick establishing a goblin lair," Rem chided, her tone as sharp as a blade. Ram, cowed by her sister's imposing demeanor, could only bow her head in silent acquiescence. Dick, however, met Rem's icy stare with a silence of his own, refusing to be cowed by her authoritative air.