"…So then, how may I assist you today?" Robin spread his hands slowly, his tone smooth and unhurried, before intertwining his fingers again and resting them gently over his abdomen. A small, knowing smile lingered on his face, one that carried both amusement and fatigue. "I've been told you've been searching for me for… what, a few decades now?"
"To speak frankly, Professor Robin—without unnecessary courtesies or evasions," came a frail voice from the far left side of the gathering. It belonged to an elderly man, his back slightly hunched, eyes cloudy yet sharp, voice trembling as though each word cost him effort. "We wish to make a transaction concerning the techniques you bestowed upon our children."
"Oh?" Robin arched an eyebrow slightly, his expression calm but his eyes glinting with a faint, unreadable curiosity. "And what about them?"
