Voren did not answer her immediately, reaching for his phone instead. This was the first time he had entered the suite after such a violent activity and not immediately rushed into the shower, his body still covered in sweat and blood and the grime of battle, pure exhaustion settling deep into his bones.
He dialed the number of the leader of the outlanders, and it was answered on the second ring, the voice on the other end sharp and alert, ready for whatever came next.
"King Voren, we are at your service."
"Tell me about the cat," Voren said directly, his voice brooking no pleasantries, pure focus cutting through the fatigue.
There was a short pause before the leader responded, his tone careful, measured. "We have eyes on him."
"Good. I'm coming there. Get me three male clothes and one female one."
"Voren, where are you going?" Seraphine asked, her voice tight with worry, her eyes searching his face for any sign of the danger she feared.
