The confrontation Renato had expected never happened.
The tall female Drow stepped out through the tower door, her stride relaxed and unhurried. She wore lightweight scaled leather armor. Renato recognized the pattern; it was probably made from Basilisk hide and scales.
Her hair was cropped about as short as Renato's, its white strands a tousled mess.
What caught Renato's attention most, however, was the Greatsword on her back.
Drow who used Greatswords were extremely rare in Samoriel City. The sword's hilt jutted above her right shoulder. Its scabbard was wrapped in black leather, with a small blue gemstone set into the throat, faintly glimmering.
Rodi Nightbrize-Tristana's elder sister-showed no concern for saving face after her subordinate had been humiliated. She laughed it off with a broad smile, even pulling the beaten female warrior over and pressing down on her shoulder so they bowed in apology together.
"My servant didn't know any better. Please don't be angry over this..."
After casually dismissing the two female warriors guarding the entrance, the Nightwind Family's second daughter glanced at the two Nightwind Guards behind the young Cleric and changed the subject, her tone still light:
"Little sister, what brings you here this time?"
"Rodi, has your brain stopped working?" Tristana raised her voice, her tone dripping with disdain. "The Goddess's holy day is approaching. Mother sent me to take inventory of the family's assets on the island and check whether anything is missing."
"Haha, of course I haven't forgotten the Goddess's celebration..." The tall female Drow scratched her short hair, looking a little sheepish. "But aren't we starting a bit early this time? We usually only begin preparations three months beforehand, and it's only just..."
"Are you dissatisfied with the Matron Mother's decision?"
"No, no, of course not." Rodi waved her hands repeatedly. "Mother