Morris sighed, his gaze dropping for a fraction of a second.
"Sorry..." he said, his voice carrying the immense, crushing weight of his position. "But it's just that, there's still absolutely nothing known about you. Or your true origins. In a war where our enemies wear the faces of our neighbors, mystery breeds uncertainty. I have a responsibility to this guild, and right now, you are a complete ghost in our records."
Noah remained entirely silent for a long while, the heavy quietness stretching between them like an physical barrier in the empty, stone-walled war room.
He let the Grand Guild Master wait, intentionally allowing the tension to settle in the air before he finally chose to speak up, his voice steady and filtered through the thick fabric of his mask.
"Who am I?" Noah asked, tilting his head slightly, his tone entirely devoid of arrogance or malice.
"Just someone who is trying to do good. There's really no other hidden motive to it, Morris."
