Negotiate

Both sides sat a few meters apart, separated by a stretch of uneven forest floor that seemed to buzz with unspoken tension.

The clearing was silent but for the occasional rustle of leaves, a fitting backdrop for the standoff between two factions.

Roof, Aziz, and Marcus were on one side. Roof, of course, took the center seat, lounging back with the air of someone thoroughly enjoying himself.

Aziz stood to his right, calm and composed, while Marcus to his left, his posture rigid, gaze fixed on their counterparts.

Across from them, Lady Nessa sat with one leg crossed over the other, her posture elegant even in the rough surroundings of Peklo Forest.

Despite the harshness of their shared environment, the noble blood in her and Roof was evident in their unshaken grace.

Behind her stood her trusted entourage: the ever-loyal L twins and Priscilla, their expressions carefully neutral.