Inside a vast and neat office with pristine white walls, tall windows, and a chandelier suspended in the ceiling more for aesthetics than actual purpose, five people sat at the meeting table at the center.
"You're the young miss of district seven's Tseradze family, you say?" Baldwin asked with a hint of underlying threat.
The guild master's subordinate, Lushmane, then stepped in at this moment, fully knowing when to support his boss:
"Now, please don't be too scared, miss Elune," the middle-aged man with long, thriving hair "comforted". "It's just that we've been going in circles, almost as if you're protecting this murderer. Did he threaten you, or something? If so, then just tell us directly. There's no need to fear such an upstart. We just need to locate him, and we'll take care of him for you."
