The basket merchant turned around.
The moment his eyes caught the metal pin on the man's chest, he was visibly startled. His shoulders tensed unconsciously.
The man did not wait long. He straightened his posture slightly and spoke first.
"I am Silas, from the Merchants' Guild," he said calmly.
The merchant nodded quickly.
"A–ah… I see." He wiped his hands on his worn apron. "My name is Berrin. Just an ordinary basket maker."
The man with the glasses gave a slight nod.
"I am looking for information regarding the visit of Young Master Voss."
Berrin swallowed.
"Oh. Yes, yes. He did come this morning."
"To this place?" the man asked.
"Yes," Berrin replied quickly.
The man narrowed his eye behind the single-lens glasses.
"What did he come here for?"
His tone remained polite, but the pressure behind it was unmistakable.
"Did he threaten you? Cause any trouble?"
He cleared his throat softly.
