The envoy's frown deepened, clearly unimpressed. Before he could respond, Nyra leaned against the hood of the car and added, "Oh, and tell your boss to get ready. We're about to kick off the operation she promised to help us with."
Her blunt words earned a sharp glare from the envoy, who adjusted his gloves with an air of irritation. "Charming as always, Miss Nyra," he said with his voice laced with sarcasm. "I'll pass your message along. Rest assured, we humans always keep our word, unlike... certain individuals who think arriving hours late is acceptable."
Lyra stepped out of the car with a sigh, shaking her head at her sister. "Nyra, could you try not to antagonize everyone we meet? Just once?" She said with her voice, carrying a mix of exasperation and amusement.
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