Caelum began.
"The train incident was not the center of the Aurevane affair, my lord. It was the first visible piece. A theft attempt, at least on the surface. The attackers wanted something being transported through the train, and the assault escalated when they failed to take it quietly. Young Master Trafalgar became one of the key reasons the defense held long enough for the situation to be contained."
Valttair did not interrupt.
Moses remained where he stood, one fist still near the Morgain crest on his chestplate, his earlier humor buried under the weight of the room. He listened now. Properly. The mana pressure around Valttair had not faded, and the lesson had apparently entered through his horns if not through his pride.
