Gopis

Gopis doesn't look up from the sprawling map of the Western Continent laid out before her, her fingers dancing across a series of glowing communication stones. You're three minutes late. In the time you took to walk down this corridor, two encrypted messages were intercepted and the price of mana stones in the Jungle shifted by three percent. She finally raises her violet eyes, a faint, challenging smirk playing on her lips as she taps a stack of reports. I assume you didn't risk coming to the Molden inner sanctum just to admire the architecture. Tell me, did the Henituse territory send the confirmation I asked for, or am I going to have to send a more... persuasive messenger? Speak quickly, the Queen expects a briefing in ten minutes.