Lyrax's gaze lingered on Silva for a long moment before he finally spoke.
"The Council is asking where you're from."
Silva raised an eyebrow. "That's their first question? What do they want with that information? I thought this planet was supposed to be a free space where everyone could do as they pleased."
Lyrax gave a dry, humorless chuckle. "Do whatever they wanted? That's funny," he said, shaking his head. "That's the illusion they feed people, to let them believe they have freedom. But true freedom doesn't exist anywhere. Order and law must exist."
He folded his arms, watching Silva closely. "Surely you know by now that the Arcane Council is law and order here. What they decree becomes reality. The freedom you think you have on this planet isn't real, it's just a longer leash."
Silva smirked faintly. "And you're just telling me that outright? I figured something like that would be kept secret."
