The voices behind the crack did not fade after calling her.
Instead, they grew more urgent.
"Madam Maid, please wait."
Cerys paused, though she did not turn immediately. Her steps slowed just enough to show that she was still listening.
"What is it."
Her tone carried no warmth, only patience that was quickly running thin.
A Warchief spoke first, his voice measured, careful not to provoke her again.
"There is something we must clarify."
Another followed.
"The method we spoke of earlier… it is not as simple as it sounded."
Cerys finally turned her head slightly, her gaze resting on the crack once more.
"Explain."
The figures on the other side seemed relieved that she had not walked away entirely.
One of them stepped forward.
"The powder we mentioned…"
He paused briefly, choosing his words with care.
"It is not an ordinary substance."
Another voice continued.
"It can force beasts into a state of frenzy."
"It can awaken instincts far beyond their natural limits."
