Ryan held the communication relic in his hands a little longer. His gloved fingers traced over the metallic surface of the small silver object in complete silence.
The light of the floating dungeon reflected off the tiny magical arrays engraved on the piece.
Then, in a calculated movement, he dropped it and enclosed it within his fist. He squeezed his hand firmly, feeling the edges of the earring dig slightly against the leather.
He directed his gaze toward Helen, evaluating the sweaty body of the warrior right in front of him.
"You will go and take this relic to Beatrice, Helen." Ryan said with a firm and commanding voice.
The echo of his order resonated against the cold stone walls of the dungeon's main entrance.
"Yes!" Mirian said excitedly.
The archer raised both of her arms into the air, showing an enormous and genuine smile of triumph. She celebrated with pure joy at not being chosen for the tedious task of traveling all the way back to the distant nation.
