The warehouse was quiet inside.
It was dimly lit by hanging lanterns that cast dull light across stacked crates and sealed barrels.
Baron Veyne walked calmly with his hands clasped behind his back, glancing around as workers stood well back, careful not to draw his attention. He inspected seals, checked markings, and nodded to himself, clearly satisfied.
The main doors opened again not long after. A small group entered. They were well-dressed, relaxed, and locals. Their tone was friendly and casual, as if this were a routine meeting rather than a secret one.
"Baron," one of them said with a smile. "Always busy, I see."
Veyne replied with a cordial smile. "Trade never sleeps, my friend. I assume you didn't come just to admire my inventory."
"Only the parts that matter," answered the man with a knowing smirk.
"Very well." Veyne gestured for them to follow.
