Daeveen's eyes narrowed as he continued, "What exactly is your knowledge of the Eldritch world? What do you know about the forces and powers at play? How deep does your understanding go?"
The interrogation was relentless. Each question felt like a blade slicing through my pretense, but I remained composed, feeding him answers that were technically accurate but incomplete. "I know very little, i activly avoid it as I'm to afraid of the Eldritch forces and it's the broader strokes," I said carefully. "So just the general workings and history, but not the specific details or intricacies."
Daeveen paused, clearly assessing my responses. His demeanor was clinical, detached, as if he were more interested in my reactions than in my actual words. "And how did you come by this knowledge?" he pressed, his voice carrying an undertone of suspicion.