Althea led Donovan to his own study, her grip surprisingly firm for someone of her slight build. Once inside, she shut the door behind them with a decisive thud, the force of it sending a faint tremor through the wooden panels, including Donovan.
He had always found her physical strength perplexing whenever she acted like this, cause she hardly looked like she possessed any at all.
"Forgive me for hauling you in here, but you need to see this," Althea said quickly. She strode toward the table in the center of the room and gestured for Donovan to follow.
Donovan stepped forward, his gaze dropping to the table's surface, where an array of meticulously drawn sketches lay scattered. His brow furrowed as he took in the details before shifting his attention to Althea, who simply pointed at them with an expectant look.
"Look closely. Do these seem familiar to you? The environment, the people, anything at all?" she asked, her tone more insistent now.
