Back at Clarendon, in a well-lavished apartment adorned with luxurious furnishings, an elf sat close to a glowing crystal ball, her eyes fixed on the shimmering image within. The room was filled with elegant tapestries and intricate decorations, a stark contrast to the tense conversation she was engaged in.
"I've successfully infiltrated Clarendon as per your order, Master. I was able to get in under the guise of a substitute teacher," the elf reported, her voice steady.
"Good work. That old man thought he could shield that place from me, but the day of reckoning is near." The man on the other side of the crystal ball let out a free laugh, his amusement clear.
The elf's face remained expressionless, though a flicker of something unspoken passed through her eyes. "Master…" she began.
"Speak, Gwendolyn. What troubles you?" the man responded, his impatience evident.
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