The girl with crimson-red eyes and that ever-composed expression gave a small wave, standing just a few steps from their table. Her cloak was different now—stitched with protective runes and lined with a faint shimmer of enchanted thread. A spellbook was fastened securely to her hip, and a long staff of silverwood rested across her back.
"It's good to see you again," Serina said, walking toward them.
Lyra looked between the two. "Friend of yours?"
"We share a class at the Royal Academy," Inigo said. "Didn't know you were an adventurer too."
"I registered recently," Serina said with a nod. "I wasn't sure I'd pursue it seriously, but... then I saw your names on the board."
Inigo folded his arms, eyes narrowing slightly. "You do know what you're signing up for, right? Hollowwood. Minotaurs. It's not a beginner dungeon."
"I know," Serina said calmly. "That's why I want to help."
Lyra raised an eyebrow. "What's your specialization?"
Serina smiled faintly. "I can heal."
