"…Credibility? Showing respect?"
The massive man beside Vanir narrowed his heavy, stone-like brows, his deep voice echoing across the room. "And how much, exactly, does that cost, Professor?"
"Indeed, Professor Burton," said the short-horned noble, his tone calm but firm. "Your logic is sound. Yet without a defined price, we cannot advance this discussion." He leaned forward slightly, hands clasped. "Why don't you name your price first, and then we'll negotiate accordingly?"
"Hm…" Robin sighed faintly, leaning back in his chair as if weighing invisible scales. "That does sound somewhat reasonable," he admitted, "but how would I ever determine the value of your possessions, or your so-called fortunes?" His lips curved faintly before he snapped his fingers, and a light hum of energy rippled through the air. "Morgana," he said, his tone soft but commanding, "bring me the communication ring connected to Harper."
