The silence lingered for a long while before the Bishop finally spoke.
"Let us begin."
His voice echoed across the dark expanse, smooth and calm yet carrying a weight that silenced even the faintest breath.
No one dared move.
"Those who were assigned external duties," he continued.
"...begin with your reports."
The first to speak was a man wearing a white fox mask, his tone sharp and professional.
"The nobles of the southern province have begun reinforcing their ties with the imperial council.
The Duke of Marren has accepted our terms. His household will continue to funnel resources through the trade routes as agreed."
The Bishop gave a slow nod.
"Good.
Continue monitoring him. He's not one to keep loyalty for long."
Next, a woman with the serpent mask her voice low and almost hissing spoke.
"The financial front remains stable. Our funds have been laundered through the merchant guilds of Gradelia.
