The VIPs exited the private room one by one, the heavy doors closing behind them with a soft thud.
Silence lingered — heavy, thoughtful.
The man beside him leaned slightly, cautious in tone.
"Master… there are people investigating us."
Basil didn't lift his gaze immediately.
Seated comfortably, legs crossed, fingers tapping the armrest — he looked almost bored.
"Foreigners?" he asked, voice flat, eyes still half-lidded.
"Seems like it," the man answered. "They move like trained operatives."
Basil finally looked up, a faint smile tugging at his lips. Calm. Inevitable.
"So… the people of Star Harbor have been stirred."
A low chuckle left him.
"Interesting."
The man waited, unsure whether amusement was good or terrifying.
Basil continued, tone casual yet unsettlingly sharp,
"Let them run around. They won't get anything — at least not from Silverline soil."
A pause. A colder glint passed through his eyes.
